Old Wood Pole It was July on the Taylor and I was at my favorite hole Thought about my long gone Dad and his darned old wooden pole That thing was a hand me down from his own Dad I knew It seemed like no matter where we went his stories they all grew And as a boy I’d listen close as they moved into my soul. Now here I stood in a place he’d love to be Fancy pole in hand that had no stories to tell Like his old pole used to, I wish I had it now On top of that there was no one to tell a thing or two Just me alone thinking of my Dad during the years I grew. A Man like me was missing out I thought No one to show along No one to watch his eyes get big as I rambled on But that’s the way it was today and no change was on the way I’d just like a chance or two to give my own boy a little say He’d tell me “Bobby always move slow” He’d tell me “Bobby always be so still” He’d tell me “Bobby don’t be loud” He’d tell me “Bobby-right over there” That’s where they’ll be today I need a few more days with him I need to learn so much more I need to hear him say once more “Bobby Go get that old wood pole". © Bobby 2004      Click on the drop down box to navigate Old Wood Pole Home Bobby' Stories Sign My Guest Book                  View My Guest Book Thank you for visiting. Please come back again and please sign my personal guestbook before you leave. Your comments are appreciated. Bobby Graphics & Backgrounds2005 ©The Young Within Site built and maintained for Bobby by The Young Within Music "Old Dogs and Children and Watermelon Wine" by Tom T Hall Free Hit Counter