Going With My Uncle

There is never a time I did not

Want to go with my uncle .

He was more than my mediator .

He was my teacher .

We would go fishing once in a while

But not enough for me .

One last thing we talked about was going fishing ,

But he went with out me that hurts me a little even these days

When I think about it .

I lost more than the fish that I may have gotten a way from me .

He will not tell me how to reel them in any time soon .

 

When we traveled together ,

He always had to drive  .

He would always talk about what he did

And how he did it years ago and he always knew

How many miles it was from here to there !

He knew the price of land  as we drove down the road  !

He would always point special things out to me .

He was never lost .

 

I had an older uncle  , who knew it all

All you had to do is ask him !

He would tell his little brother

he was wrong from time to time !

 

I learned a lot from my uncles

Just ask any of them  !

Tiny and I had fun fishing

And hunting for pheasants

And cleaning them birds !

It was a true fun way of learning

From the master of everything .

We would eat chicken on the way home .

I wish , I was going with uncle Tiny today .

Well I will have my everlasting memories

Of my uncle Tiny .

He was more than tiny in my eyes .

 

                                               By Brock