Dad Was a Fisherman
Dad was a fisherman, he loved to fish.
But sadly, last year in July he perished.
He caught different kinds of fish, including catfish and bluegill.
Dad was a fisherman, he loved his rod and reels.
Sometimes he liked to fish with his brother.
Stanley and my dad cared about each other.
Dad bought a boat and used it sometimes when he went fishing.
Dad was a fisherman, he found it to be very interesting.
[Dedicated to Charles F. Johnson (1947-2013) who died on July 13, 2013.]
Copyright © Randy Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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