Father
I remember those days so long ago
When my Father took me out to fly a kite
That he showed me how to build
I remember it climbing so high in the sky
That it almost touched the moon

I remember going with him to ball games
Where he was an umpire behind the plate
Those games were exciting because
They played them for the fun of it

I remember those wonderful Sundays
When he would take me fishing
In mountain streams high
It was always fun

How easy we forget our past
When the world was a much different place
If only we could return to those days
If only

Happy Fathers Day!
Photos of my Father from the 1930's