The Love of Gentle Man
There is a place where the land bows down to kiss the misty tide,
Where rolling waves, bring memories, of the place my heart resides.
Between the walls, of cedar shake fishing shacks, along the shore,
I find the thing I'm longing for, in your sweet embrace once more.
We sit together, on a weathered log, that I carve my initials on,
And as you mend the torn fishing net, I sing your favourite song,
"Oh Danny Boy", falls on the wind and floats across the bay,
As you smile at me and melt my heart, with words you do not say.
Beneath a golden sun, with the fish and the smell of wild flowers,
A little girl and her Grandpa sit happily and while away the hours,
And when the sun dips in the bay, we put the mended nets away,
And hand- in- hand we walk home again, to the end of a perfect day.
(In memory of my dear grandfather: Theodore Evans)
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