John Allen Richter
Grateful Rising - Poem by John Allen Richter
A blissful day, could have slept away -
and lost this love for nothing more -
but for you this memory to convey
for in fact I rose to the chore…
“Time is wasting, ” echoed my dreams.
Eyes not aware of the lamp-blast glow.
“Get up – get dressed, ” what seemed like screams,
Now the lamp spewed a dead-fast blow!
Standing aside and not yet fully in hue,
my eyes straining for a glimpse to see
(which nightmare must be in this queue?)
when Dad’s image emerged to me.
“It’s a quarter to four, let’s get out the door, ”
“The fish won’t wait, you see? ”
So I rubbed my eyes and hit the floor
for an all-out fishing spree!
Now I remember,
t’was in bed by nine
Fully clothed too -
just to save time.
Dad pulled and tugged
on that old deep-green outboard
until it spewed and spugged
(actually smoked and chugged)
and then across to our reward….
Astride a lily pad flock he’d seen,
one that had caught his eye,
as the sun began to peek o’er green,
I heard the plop of his popper from high.
“click click clickety click”
went his slow, methodical reel.
The top-water lure pulled up a lick
and then back to its reposing still.
Suddenly a splash and a “Snatch! ” was seen,
his pole quickly whipped to set the hook.
And soon looking at me from our canteen,
was a largemouth’s angry and cold-eyed look.
To suppose for any more wonderful day,
you see it wasn’t the fish or lily pad.
For evermore I will always say-
It was spending the day with Dad.
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