There may be finer pleasures than just tramping with your boy, <br />And better ways to spend a day; there may be sweeter joy; <br />There may be richer fellowship than that of son and dad, <br />But if there is, I know it not; it's one I've never had. <br /> <br />Oh, some may choose to walk with kings and men of pomp and pride, <br />But as for me, I choose to have my youngster at my side. <br />And some may like the rosy ways of grown-up pleasures glad, <br />But I would go a-wandering with just a little lad. <br /> <br />Yes, I would seek the woods with him and talk to him of trees, <br />And learn to know the birds a-wing and hear their melodies; <br />And I would drop all worldly care and be a boy awhile; <br />Then hand-in-hand come home at dusk to see the mother smile. <br /> <br />Grown men are wearisome at times, and selfish pleasures jar, <br />But sons and dads throughout the world the truest comrades are. <br />So when I want a perfect day with every joy that's fine, <br />I spend it in the open with that little lad o' mine.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-finest-fellowship/
