Today is "F" Day in the A-to-Z Challenge. I decided to mix it up a little today and give you a short flash fiction/poetic piece since Rachael Harrie over at Rach Writes has gotten me hooked on flash fiction.
Here goes:
Fishin with Gramps
Soon it will be dark, but for now the sky is painted with streaks of pink and orange.
Our reflections stare back at us from the surface of the glass-like water.
We are both older now, but here in the boat, time stands still.
The silly songs we sang to pass the time are mere whispers,
Yet the lake is unchanged.
I can still see the girl in pig-tails
The darkness will be upon us soon and our time will be up
But for now in the serenity of the evening, I'm fishin with Gramps.
Have a fabulous weekend!
Kathy :)
Here goes:
Fishin with Gramps
Soon it will be dark, but for now the sky is painted with streaks of pink and orange.
Our reflections stare back at us from the surface of the glass-like water.
We are both older now, but here in the boat, time stands still.
The silly songs we sang to pass the time are mere whispers,
Yet the lake is unchanged.
I can still see the girl in pig-tails
The darkness will be upon us soon and our time will be up
But for now in the serenity of the evening, I'm fishin with Gramps.
Have a fabulous weekend!
Kathy :)
An evocotive piece. I remember being taken fishing by my grandfather with my cousins (both boys) and my brother. We were on a river bank. I loved it, not because I was fishing but because it was quiet enough for me to read my book without being interrupted. It's the only time the boys were ever quiet for any length of time.
ReplyDeleteGreat post! I feel a tug on my heart from memories gone by. Fishing with Gramps. What an awesome memory!
ReplyDeleteOMG but my eyes misted. My grandfather and I used to fish together. He was a man of few words, but I remember every one. Great post!
ReplyDeleteThat was lovely, Kathy.
ReplyDeleteHi, I loved the poem! My husband loved to fish and take our grandkids to fish. They had a lot of fun together and my grandkids still talk about it. Memories are wonderful, aren't they? Gotta go, more blog-hopping to do. Regards to you, Ruby
ReplyDeleteAh. Nice!
ReplyDeleteFishing with gramps sounds like a lot of fun.:)
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Very sweet!
ReplyDeleteGreat post! Love that Kathy!
ReplyDeleteVery nice verse, really captured the moment you were striving for, nicely done.
ReplyDeleteThis deserves to be printed under a picture of you and Gramps fishing, at any age, and then framed. :)
ReplyDeleteFun post for "F" Day ...
ReplyDeletePopping in as an A to Z Blogging Challenge participant. Please feel free to visit and comment on any of my blogs as well, leaving a link to your own post, so my readers can find you too!
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Your Gramps is like Yoda, the Jedi Master of life. Through his actions, he taught you (and your brothers) so well to keep the torch of humanity lit for the next generation and beyond. What a beautifully captured memory at the lake!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful piece, with just a touch of melancholy.
ReplyDeleteThe "fishin with gramps" bit in particular made me smile. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteLovely little story! I'm trying to visit all the A-Z Challenge Blogs this month.
ReplyDeleteWow that in itself is a huge challenge, with almost 2000 bloggers now!!
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