When I was just a little girl
A long long time ago
I have memories of splashing streams
And mossy rocks I climbed across,
All to reach that fishing hole
Where I fly fished with my Dad
He was a busy man
all those years ago
To my child eyes he had little time
for a bother just like me
But fishing time was different
And I have such special memories
When I fly fished with my Dad
He used to tie a special fly,
He called the, “Magic One”
He’d tie it on and wink at me
“Gonna catch the biggest one!”
As a pig-tailed, freckle faced child of ten,
I believed his every word, Why wouldn’t I
The fish couldn’t resist that “Magic One”
When I fly fished with my Dad
He always had such patience
Didn’t matter how many times
I tangle up my lines or caught him
With my cast which on times did to go awry
When I fly fished with my Dad
Now the years have passed and when I visit him,
His hands are old and tired
Still I look at him and see my dreams
Of magic flies and windswept days gone by
When I fly fished with my Dad
Author notes
I love my Dad, but as things go sometimes its hard to know the man who gave you life. These were the times I felt closest to him and its my way of saying thank you.
Written June 23rd, 2003
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Write on
My Dad died when I was very young so I never got to go fishing with him. However if I had, I know my memories would be similar to yours. Very beautiful poem you have here. -
time flys like that flyfish across the rivers of the years, and splashes us into places where we are hooked by age and held to tow the line until exhausted we are pulled up dead...but in the sparkling waters and sunbeams are reflections of joyous times shared long ago...in the lines of an old father's face are crinkles formed when a little girl made him smile and shared his passion for catching such elusive things like fish and youth....loved it..Artis
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Me and my dad were not that close,so this poem makes me envious and sad.it is also a very good write!
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Great tribute to Dad
What a wonderful tribute to your Dad. I sure hope you gave him a copy to let him know how you feel. Oh, comment, great write, good structure, good rhythm, great message. Alas, I too was too busy to spend much time with my daughter as she grew up and now the distance between us seems great and I know how much such a poem would mean to me. Thanks for reading and commenting on "fishin' worms", I really do appreciate it. -
Mary, you are so talented. I love this look back into childhood, so captures the first love a girl ever has...her daddy. This so sweet. Great job.
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ahhhh...I've been hooked! :-) Yeah...fishing with Dad...what a wonderful, magical time that was. But...your a girl! You went fly fishing with Dad? :-)
As always, your work leaves me smiling....sorry mine makes you cry! :-)
Great job, Mary Ann !
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