Wish Boat
WISH BOAT
my wish boat rushes away
in the swift spring creek,
I'm keeping it in sight
as long as possible,
just like when I was a little boy
Dad taught me how to make boats
from stuff you could find on the riverbank
bark
twigs
vines
acorns and pine cones
for ballast
you needed your pocketknife
to carve it just right!
(all the boys in my neighborhood carried pocketknives!)
excitement, pride and a little sadness,
all mixed together,
as I watched my boat sail away,
wondering, where it's journey will take it.
the whole idea of a wish boat
is the secrecy of your wish,
making your wish
come true.
well.....
I guess there's no chance
of
my wish coming true,
Dad's been gone a little over a year now,
..... and he's not comin' back
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2009
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