Growing Up Untitled 16

growing up untitled 16 my Dad’s boat was smaller than his car no motor just a sail didn’t go far my Dad’s car was bigger than his boat no sail just a motor couldn’t float He raised my brothers and me some old dogs and a cat or three His friends were few but steadfast and true the kind who had His back when times were lean and thin or good and fat we could all count on Him and that as they say was that when Dad had the notion we would head down to the ocean with slabs of bologna and day old bread jugs full of water that we pulled on an old plastic sled hand in hand hand to mouth such was living in my Father’s south this is who we were this is how we lived not much taking just a whole lot of give