In two hours' time
we wrote a poem
spent time together
rode a river
and enjoyed the day
we committed that day to memory
shared a moment as son and father
followed a downstream flow
and appreciated the heart of spring
we sang a song along the way
learned to be more than old man and teenager
let the current carry us
and took the moment as our own
we established a record
built a relationship
ran the course
and made good time.
This one I will remember:
son and father in the same story,
riding that river to the pickup point
and making the day count.
A record.
A relationship.
A course to follow.
A time to keep.
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