This is a rememberance of my days as a school boy. My father was a Crown green bowler. A Worcester and Hereford County player. He often played on in the rain hence reference to floods following the wood It is for Coolaarons challenge


Father and Me We lost out again by M.A.Meddings a text for Coolaarons challenge

In the fifties I remember when
The world revolved but slowly
And mine was embraced
By white lined avenues of school day sports
And high school girls in blazer and shorts
With rain drenched Sunday afternoons
In grey day seaside dank tea rooms
There was nothing quite so sad
As rain washed Sundays
Wished for fun days but were not

When sodden grass floods followed the wood
And my father like a battled warrior stood
Out in the rain and played on
He was nothing if not competitive my father
I would more that he rather
Have taken me fishing
In the end I did my own angling
And she was so beautiful when I caught her
But father and me
We lost out again




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Written on 2006-08-31 at 10:54

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Kathy Lockhart
This has a sadness interwoven throughout this tapestry piece of your life as a young man wishing for times with your father, those quality times of maybe just being together without the competition or the impersonal sporting activities. Fishing, is a quiet time for reflection and personal interaction with one's father in a very personal and meaningful way. A time when real talk can be had. I had a certain feel about this poem. It opened another piece of your heart for the reader to feel and it allowed me to see into your deep loving, caring character that gives tenderness genuinely. xx kathy **bookmarked**
2006-08-31


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I began reading this and thought how things haven't changed so much with school sports days and that. Then I was consumed by your words and descriptions of your memories. It was so personal to you but you made me feel so much part of it.
Another exceptional write by you. Thank you for allowing us to share.
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2006-08-31



I love the warmth and sensitivity with which you depict these atmospheres from the past, making the boy's thoughts and emotions so vivid for the reader!
A beautiful text from the first line down to the last !
2006-08-31