I’m comfortably lost in the wilderness, not standing alone.
My father and I have taken many of these trips as time has shown.
The river runs deep. The whitecaps are fast.
I know this moment in time won’t last.
I look at him, fly rod in hand,
Teaching me all that is grand.
I hope that I learn everything he knows.
Time is my enemy, the devil I know.
Is this the last cast? Is this the last show?
I turn to him and smile for I know in his mind,
Everything he does for me is in kind.
I take what he does, I take it in hand,
I teach to my Boo and Sam, all that I can.
For I know the generations lost and the things of the past.
Are the devils I know, the things that won’t last?
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