Tony Bush Poet Verse

Gone Fishin'

Tales from the riverbank deftly spun 
  in kingfisher shades and daybreak red, 
they whisper of the beloved one 
  in the babbling current watershed. 
Their prayers and praise solidify 
  in heads that knew humanity, 
the love and strength will never die 
  in safely harboured memory. 
He would always hunt the holy grail 
  of family virtue and esteem, 
and love he captured to avail, 
  integral to his reverent dream. 
No more he breathes this blessed air, 
  yet bides with knowing that one day, 
all those he loved will join him there: 
   gone fishin' somewhere down the way...

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