To My Father

You are the North. The cool calm of forest breath, A rock I sit upon to rest, A walking stick I clutch to find Fulfillment of a different kind. A strong tree, Rooted, branches sway Savoring the sunny day. Blades of green grass tickle feet; I laugh, The things I want to keep Embodied in this soul. Your heart beats akin to mine, Two alike in different times. You are my shadow as I walk; We listen to the woodlands talk. The earth I stand on, sturdy ground: My pathway to the world around. I may run fast, But not from you, Persistent as the morning dew. Protection of the humble stag: Something without words. Teach me everything you know As a vine, I live to grow. North wind love me so.