Poetry

  • A Boy and His Dad by Edgar Guest

    A boy and his dad on a fishing-trip—
    There is a glorious fellowship!
    Father and son and the open sky
    And the white clouds lazily drifting by,
    And the laughing stream as it runs along
    With the clicking reel like a martial song,
    And the father teaching the youngster gay
    How to land a fish in the sportsman’s way.

    I fancy I hear them talking there
    In an open boat, and the speech is fair.
    And the boy is learning the ways of men
    From the finest man in his youthful ken.
    Kings, to the youngster, cannot compare
    With the gentle father who’s with him there.
    And the greatest mind of the human race
    Not for one minute could take his place.

  • Father’s Song by Gregory Orr

    Yesterday, against admonishment,
    my daughter balanced on the couch back,
    fell and cut her mouth.

    Because I saw it happen I knew
    she was not hurt, and yet
    a child’s blood so red
    it stops a father’s heart.

    My daughter
    cried her tears;
    I held some ice
    against her lip.
    That was the end of it.

    Round and round: bow and kiss.
    I try to teach her caution;
    she tries to teach me risk.