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...
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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