FROM FATHER TO SON You were my mole, I was your rat, strolling down the river bank. I’ll go that way, you would say, marching off upstream way, I plundered downstream for the fight, to be the “top dog” to catch with might. The hour would pass, this pool was good, playing the fish around that log. I shouted, “I’ve got one, 10lbs I think!” “More like 6lbs”, the voice beside me said, “and to me it looks a little red!” “Not a scratch on mine.” I turned around. A 15lb Salmon held in his hand. “It was a b******d to try and land”. “I’m going to go and have it smoked, oh father you do look a little choked!” Oh well tomorrows another day for us to compete in our usual way, Whether on the bank or in the clouds, we shall never be parted as I know your around. You always out did me, even to the end, a Dad could never be so proud. Love Always, Dad x