Re: Some of my poetry
Well that bought a lump to my throat.
My father used to be a fisherman same as yours. He used to love the peace and quiet. Disturbed by nothing and no one. He used it as an escape from life, where he could be alone with his thoughts. I always think of him when I see fishermen sitting quietly.
You are very lucky you got the chance to share this with your Dad.
Maybe this is why we love M and W. It’s takes us back to those times.
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It’s a cruel beast that you feed…..
Ghost…Spillways