Father’s Day Haiku

Fireside Father

In a hearty fire

the smell of hickory smoke

a boy and his dad.

In memory of Glen Duncan (1935-2007).

By davidsdailydose

I'm just a regular guy who was
tempted to lose all hope but did not. It was God who made the difference.

4 replies on “Fireside Father”

Now that makes my imagination run wild David. Perhaps because My son and I have had so many fires shared. The quiet times and the low toned talks at night around the campfire. The cabin fireplace times and roasting hot dogs and marshmallows for smores…

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I shared many such memories with my father, Gary. Camping out under the stars, what some all “roughing it” was one of his favorite things to do with all his sons. Thank you for reading and commenting.

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