Dad's Day Fishing'
Dad what's this medal in your hand,my you do look grand...It was a swirling day
in early May and the weather was wild as over the bridge ran the dancing
child.The rotting plank an unnoticed trap as the youngster slipped and dropped
through the gap.The tall teenage scout hearing the cry dived without a care or
doubt.The Thames tide was running strong,the flailing child carried swiftly
along.The lad swam on and on his strength fading and almost gone but with a
final burst as the weir drew near,the rescued tot was soon in her parents
arms,held dear.
Dad is this the medal in your hand,my you do look like a hero grand.
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