Fathers Day Long by john clare

6/18/2011

While going through the past relics at my fathers place, I came across the little Daisy pop gun resting in a nook, rusted and quite worn. I recalled when my son's used this little gun before moving up to a regular Red Rider version.

Do you recall that Father's day past
When dad's so young with little boys
Crept so quietly with the BB poised
How times would always last.

It came so quickly that March day
The first Father's day without a dad
And all of a sudden I'm the grand dad
And how I miss the young Luther Ray.

I'll wear his bolo with the arrow head
Hold the little one and shed a tear
Tell him as I was told, don't fear
With dad's old brass compass we'll be led.

So to you father's in our Old Town canoe,
Who recalls the days of landing bluegill
If I was able but for one wish to fulfill,
To be with dad, aiming the Red Rider true.