<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576305" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fishing Trip</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Fishing Trip</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By<br>Ross Dix-Peek</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Oh, How I remember those fishing trips with my Dad<br>Ah, They made me so very, very glad<br>Up at three in the morn<br>Long before the coming of the dawn</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My father assembling all his fishing tackle<br>So very gleeful, a laugh and a cackle<br>“Have you got the bait boy, ready to go? ”<br>“Yes, Dad”, and away we would go, all in tow</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In our dear old “Landie” the rugged road was ne’er a problem<br>As we traversed the winding dirt tracks, and some<br>Ah, the window down and the wind in my hair<br>The smell of fresh bait a waft in the air</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rugged Africa all about, myriad of sounds ringing out<br>My dear old Dad gaily whistling, as we headed south<br>A cigarette forever dangling from his smiling mouth<br>And all the while the great African sun beats down</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then to the river waters we would come<br>Excitement in the air and then some<br>Dad would sit and the waters study<br>A swig of Coca-Cola, and then we were ready</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fishing gear debouched<br>Us along the river bank crouched<br>Rods dangling in the silver stream<br>Waiting for our first catch, possibly bream</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, those days, those days were so fine<br>The scorching sun upon my spine<br>Sitting next to my beloved Dad<br>Ah, but those days be gone now, really quite sad! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Anyway, with our great bundle of fish in tow<br>We would finally onward to home go, <br>But now years later my dear old Dad is dead<br>Only those wonderful memories do remain in my head<br>So, if you with your Dad fishing do go<br>And the seeds of bonding do sow<br>Don’t the time wish away<br>For there will come a day<br>When your dear old Dad no longer is there, <br>And wasted time together is too awful a cross to bear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ross+DixPeek">Ross DixPeek</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576305" data-title="The Fishing Trip de Ross DixPeek" data-description="The Fishing Trip By Ross Dix-Peek Oh, How I remember those fishing trips with my Dad Ah, They made me so very, very glad Up at three in the morn Long before the coming of the dawn My father assembling all his fishing tackle So very gleeful, a ..."></div> </div> </div>

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