Here With Dad.

That old tin bath

Left out in the Sun 

On sweet dewed grass

Warm glimmered waters run

Dad was a Soldier

A farmer  A great Soul 

He gave us amazing Summers 

And taught us how to grow

Picking Apples 

In fields of green

Sat upon the tractor

Huge smiles that beamed 

We never just had one day

It was life's Holiday of fun 

So much laughter 

So much play

But if I could choose

Just one amazing moment

It would all that is held 

In that Christmas torment 

Sprinkled Magic 

That warm log fire 

Presents with ribbons

Petty paper to admire

A cold winters evening

Chestnuts with hot cups of tea

A Father so happy 

With me resting on his knee.