So we'll no more go a fishing
only father proud son
quiet strength of huddled waiting
sharing enough reason.
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fish are bountiful (or not) here... big boys.. toys and sad tails.... and it is wrapped as Duncan said as a very fine (netted) talent... TENtacles from me...
I must be honest here, I do not really understand in full what is written here And yet, , , I can still pick out the over -all emotion and it comes across as skilled and intact, , YOU HAVE A VERY FINE TALLENT, well done Love duncan X
A melancholic, intensely personal reaction to global warming which mixes melting ice caps with dissolution of family. The poem has great warmth beneath it's icy descriptions and a love for a way of life that has been left behind. A most lyrical expression of angst and regret. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥