My father carried me when I was small and meek .
He held me in his arms where I could hear him speak .
I know what he said, though I could not understand ,
What life was all about and what for me was planned .
My father walked with me when I was old enough ,
To mountain streams and roads that were rocky and rough .
He brought nature close to me in a special way ,
harmony in the world is where I want to stay .
My father used to run with me, when he was fit .
Both of us picked up the pace ,slowly bit by bit .
Then he'd say you go on ahead , don't wait for me .
So I ran alone to the end where he would be .
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-06-11 07:41:27
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