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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/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"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576305" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Fishing Trip</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576305" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">By<br>Ross Dix-Peek</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576305" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><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</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576305" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576305" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576305" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576305" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576305" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576305" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576305" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Ross+DixPeek">Ross DixPeek</a></strong></div>