What were you like when you were young?

This poem is writen with little stories my dad used to tell me. They were about stuff he did as a child, in our time toghter i never really asked him about his youth, indeed i had no point, for i was and still am living mine. But now hes gone i cant help

I dream that you were full of laughter

Like a fairy in the wind

You only had to smile

To fill and room with cheer

 

From those stories you used to tell

I can see you running

In fields of waist high grass

Until you reach the wooded boarder

 

Here you’d build a fire

All the time down apon your knees

Your jeans were so worn

Your skin rough and swore

 

Apon this fire would be the days catch

A freshly tickled trout from the stream

Gutted and screwed

It was fit for a king

 

Then it was home

To ride your horses bare back

With the wind in your hair

Your spirit was free

 

Now let your spirit fly again

Don’t hold yourself near

I just want you to feel free

And return to that field

To be happy once more

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Ok forgot to say, for those who dont know what tickling fish is.. well its when you place your hand in water and wait until a fish swims above it then you tickle it under its chin so its happy and content, then you suddenly grab it. It envolves you being very still and patient. He never actualyl did this and indeed i think he made the idea up but its one i alwasy loved about him so i had to put it in.