we went up to strawberry res. this last weekend and had a wonderful time, I spent a lot of time up there when I was younger with my grandma and grandpa lamb, I hadnt been there for years we stayed in the same campground we used to stay in and it brought back so many memories brett and I also own grandpas old fishing boat we took it up there and I just felt so many emotions being there again. remembering how much grandpa loved it and how much he would have loved to be there with us. he had painted the inside of his boat bright turquoise the same color that I am using on this font, we had painted over it an ugly gray color and I just couldnt help but notice that a lot of our yucky gray paint had peeled off, it kinda made me laugh and suddenly the words to this poem came to my mind, I am not a poet by any means I am sure it needs tweaking and I really dont know how to spell turquoise but my grandpa was sure close to my heart I am so grateful for all he did for me.
The Old Fishing Boat
The old fishing boat
memories of you,
gray paint fading
turquoise blue shows through.
It's almost like your here again
casting out, reeling in.
hearing the stories of when you were young,
singing the songs that used to be sung.
Forgetting your pain for a little while
enduring it just to see us smile.
twisted calloused hands taught me how
to bait a hook,
you'll never know all the lessons from
you that I took.
I felt your presence all around
every move and every sound.
Reminded me that your not really gone,
you were right there fishing with
me all along.
A Fond Farewell
6 years ago
