Was asked to post this again........................going soft

 

 

 

 

 

 

So how does it feel a day on the water……out chasing barra just me and my daughter.

She was up early with out a thought…… sitting up the bow tying knots she’ been taught.

All painted in sunscreen and covered in rid…...she’s my little girl one hell of a kid.

As we go with the tide gliding along……we listen to sand flies singing the their song.

She’s picks her lure and we begin our run…….. we settle in our seats ready for fun.

We haven’t travelled far when I hear a small shriek…..the water explodes behind in the creek.

The rod is bent the line is tight she hanging on with all her might………… she won’t give up without a fight.

Dad get the net I hear the cry……… as in she comes our hopes are high.

No need to measure no need to weigh……… back it goes to fight another day.

A big hi five what a time we had……… it makes me proud to be her dad.

Will she think back in years to come………….. these days together these days of fun.

Take these day’s and make them last………. as years roll on it will be the past.