We drove down that old country road
We could see for miles and miles
We never saw another soul
It was the best times of our lives
And looking back it’s plain to see
Those little trips meant so much more
Than just a simple country drive
With a daddy and his boy
We’d spend the whole day fishin’
At an old abandoned shack
Where we’d dig worms and hook em up
And toss the small fish back
The tears well up within my eyes
Remembering those days
I pray my boy has memories of me
When like my daddy I’ve slipped away
‘Those little trips meant so much more’
Beautiful heart touching poem.
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Awe… Thank you! ;-)))
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Welcome 🙂
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What a sweet reminder to be “making memories” today. ❤️
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A very poignant song. I have so many of those memories of my dad. (No worms or fishing, though, mostly stories.)
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Yeah… This was totally made up, but we fished a lot and he and I hunted together more than the rest of my older brothers. ;-)))
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you, brother! I’m not a singer, but this one just wouldn’t work any other way… Ha ;-)))
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