This is a story that began so long ago,
High above Cayuga’s waters, a new father glows.
Even a lucky man gets only one first-born son,
A prize to cherish, like a home run,
And as I gaze upon this bundle of joy,
My son smiles back; this moment I enjoy.
Our dreams of today take hold, then flash by,
And all too quickly we ask ourselves “why?”
So don’t cry for the past, but cherish the laughter,
For today is the season we long to chase after.
Then one day the son spreads his wings,
A smile painted on his face, from his heart, love sings.
These moments are for us to control,
As photographs try to capture his soul.
But mischief seeks to penetrate each cell,
Within a backpack and a funky smell,
Then a heartfelt letter written to Mom,
Is received with love just like a Psalm.
And now a package at the front door,
Brings a father-son project to relish once more.
Epoxy bonds the glass and the wood,
While love bonds each other, and the father understood.
It is the journey that makes us wise,
And memories become the prize.
In a dusty basement, the son became a man.
Now two paddle for quiet water, the best we can.
There is a time for laughter, and a day we can’t outrun,
Time stops for no one, invest wisely my son.
Father and son toil with mahogany, jigs, and dreams reborn.
Somewhere in all the chaos, a kayak begins to take form.
As laser cut grains of exotic wood begin shape,
The seventeen-foot Coho will soon leave its wake.
Now winter turns to spring,
And after the sweat, it is perfection we bring.
The son learns from the father, and the father from the son,
Life’s blessings come together and this we have won.
Epoxy bonds the glass and the wood,
While love bonds each other, and the father understood.
It is the journey that makes us wise,
And memories become the prize.
In a dusty basement, the son became a man.
Now two paddle for quiet water, the best we can.
There is a time for laughter, and a day we can’t outrun,
Time stops for no one, invest wisely my son.
On a sunny spring day, the bright finish shines.
The kayak is finally dressed to the nines.
The Coho springs to the water, it’s hard to hold back.
She flows fast, light, and lean, and leads on a true tack.
All 39 pounds of beauty, quickness, and strength,
Come together from love, throughout its length.
As father and son paddle, then smile at their creation,
Memories from that basement turn to laughter and relaxation.
Epoxy bonds the glass and the wood,
While love bonds each other, and the father understood.
It is the journey that makes us wise,
And memories become the prize.
In a dusty basement, the son became a man.
Now two paddle for quiet water, the best we can.
There is a time for laughter, and a day we can’t outrun,
Time stops for no one, invest wisely my son.
Ian
May 21, 2017 at 5:55 pmI can hear that chorus come alive, it has a good flow to it.