Like Father, Like Son by Kristina Woodhill I see you two Grinning there Off to see the world again Fishing poles in hand I’m glad you get To spend some time Together finally Take the camera - While you’re hiking Through the Wakhan Corridor Snap some shots Of Marco Polo sheep. You didn’t get to see Any the last time You two were there New Zealand should Be pretty nice This time of year, Maybe a bit rainy. You can show Dad Your catch and release Fishing spots. He’ll just be thrilled To be on a river Again. You’re right, The Metolius in Oregon Would be perfect – Wait for Spring, though It’s nasty cold there now. Terry plans to spread Your ashes on the river. You won’t want to miss that. Mom and I will be along In a bit After our chores are done We’ll pack a picnic, Some raingear Save some fish for us, You hear. 01/09/2006 Author's Note: My dad died in 1979 at the age of 58. My brother died in 2005 at the age of 58. Sad, though oddly interesting, fact. Posted on 01/10/2006 Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 01/10/06 at 02:01 PM Kristina, at first I hadn't noticed the undertow in this; the moment I recognized the undertow - I felt it, and was pulled in so fast my heart stopped. This is richer each time I read it. (((Awesome writing))) Posted by Mara Meade on 01/12/06 at 01:46 AM Like sweet and faded photographs from a personal album, I feel as though I've just seen glimpses of your family through the eyes of time. Posted by David Hill on 01/31/06 at 01:09 AM This has an old fashioned flavor without ever seeming sappy, and as a trout angler, I can appreciate the setting. I will see ghost fisherman on the stream the next time I go fishing. Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/26/06 at 02:53 AM Reading it was like seeing a photograph of your family. Very vivid, vibrant and real. I saw the whole thing; like you were telling the story as a narrative. Excellent write! Posted by Junemarie Roldan on 07/16/06 at 05:49 AM Memories escapulated even as the fish were caught. This is lovely. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)