A boy and his dad on a fishing trip- <br /> There is a glorious fellowship! <br />Father and son and the open sky, <br /> And the white clouds lazily drifting by, <br />And the laughing stream as it runs along <br /> With the clicking reel like a martial song, <br />And the father teaching the youngster gay <br /> How to land a fish in the sportsman's way. <br /> <br />I fancy I hear them talking there <br /> In an open boat, and speech is fair; <br />And the boy is learning the ways of men <br /> From the finest man in his youthful ken. <br />Kings, to youngster, cannot compare <br /> With the gentle father who's with him there. <br />And the greatest mind of the human race <br /> Not for one minute could take his place. <br /> <br />Which is happier, man or boy? <br /> The soul of the father is steeped in joy, <br />For he's finding out, to his heart's delight, <br /> That his son is fit for the future fight. <br />He is learning the glorious depths of him. <br /> And the thoughts he thinks and his every whim, <br />And he shall discover, when night comes on, <br /> How close he has grown to his little son. <br /> <br />Oh, I envy them, as I see them there <br /> Under the sky in the open air, <br />For out of the the old, old long-ago <br /> Come the summer days that I used to know, <br />When I learned life's truth from my father's lips <br /> As I shared the joy of his fishing trips- <br />A boy and his dad on a fishing trip- <br /> Builders of life's companionship!<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-boy-and-his-dad/
