Father And Son

By the lake a father and son they go,
A road together they stroll,
From a race they proudly call their own,
And now they wander the lands of rocks and stone.

The lake its waters have mysteriously emptied,
The son surprised a jump he now fears,
Nature’s rhythms its cycle changes,
And now we sit in awe such strangers.

The father sits alone in contemplation,
Absorbing life’s wonders in quiet anticipation,
His mind seems peaceful a full life he lives,
To travel he loves his wisdom he gives.
The lines his face tell such deep emotion,
His son he shows such sweet devotion.

The lake makes moving patterns and shimmers softly,
To the beat of an echo its sounds so playfully,
The father and son now leave the lakeside,
And together they travel to lands so far and wide.

The Brighton to London Poet

© 2008 MCARB