Gone Fishing

Gone Fishing

You taught me how to whistle

how to drop a tranny in

How to build a stone bridge

across the spring and whack the weeds within.

You taught me how to build things

to paint and shoot a bow

the guns would pop

against the cans, you lined all in a row.

You taught me to raise the beef

Clean stalls and raise a hen

taught me to drive and change

a tire when I was only 10.

I changed oil, plugs and

laid concrete in your tool shed way back then

and recall the booming laugh you had

when with the pigs I did fall in.

You taught me how to cast a line

and how to reel them in

when fishing you did take us

and adventures would begin.

The camping trips and backyard hits

when baseball was our thing

I’d catch the ball and pitch it back

you’d crack it out again.

I know you’re not in pain Dad

no longer sick you’ll be

Your home now you’ve been called over

For us, it's ‘He's Gone Fishing’ memories.