As I walk my fathers land <br />.I pass his old flour mill. <br />. No creature could be <br />heard. <br /> <br /> But the faint sound of a baby bird, <br /> maybe it was calling to its mother. <br /> <br />As I looked out onto my fathers pond. <br />The only light was from a full white <br />moon. <br />Witch shinned upon the dark waters. <br /> <br /> All I could see was the ripples, <br />being made by a passing school of fish. <br /> <br />.It reminded me of the times as <br />a kid. <br />Coming here with my dad, and fishing <br /> I wished I could go back to my childhood. <br /> <br /> I wish I could fish with him again now. <br />I looked up to the heaven. <br />and the stars. <br /> <br />And said thank you for being my dad. <br />. I looked back to heaven <br />and blew him a kiss. <br /> Thank you <br /> '''DAD'' <br />In memory of my <br /> Father <br /> <br /> <br />.<br /><br />GAYLE ANNE GOFF<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-of-my-father/
