poetnmysol.com poetry by Joyce Ann Geyer ~ My Love's Childhood ~

My Love’s Childhood

In memory of my husband David’s brother Richard
(nickname Dick)

David always enjoyed telling me stories of his
brother Dick. Dick would promise David to take
him fishing on a Saturday morning. Dick would
come home a bit late on a Friday night, but Dave
didn’t forget their fishing date. So Dave would
wake his brother at 5am or 5:30am just as the sun
was breaking. Dick never complained and always
took Dave fishing.

There was just one catch, that they had to be very
quiet so not to scare the fish away. It was Dave’s
chore to lower the anchor, and if a sound was made
Dick would say “OK, now pull up the anchor and
move to another spot, and try again but quietly.”

Well, after moving several places Dave finally got
the hang of it. Dick was smart and Dave knew it,
and listened to him. He enjoyed Dick’s stories.
The very first time Dave went fishing he went to
cast out, and his Dad’s pole was cast way out in the
water. For such a young child it was a lesson he
learned.

Dave really liked Dick’s yellow MG convertible
a 1952 model. It even had a side crank, although
Dick never used it. Imagine how David looked up
to his older brother who was not only smart, but
right in style. Dick took Dave on many a ride.

Dick was the eldest of the family of six. Three
sisters and three boys including David. His parents
owned a beautiful two story home with an open lot
right next door where they would plant their Victory
Garden. They had plenty of vegetables and fruit.
The next door neighbor on the other side had a peach
tree and whatever branches came over the fence they
could all have a peach. The neighbor in the back had
an apple tree and let the children take what ever they
could eat. Dave’s Mama even made apple pies.

David was raised in a fine family and simply adored
his eldest brother Dick. David has fond memories of his
family life, and especially of his brother Dick. “We will all
be together again one day in God’s garden,”
Praise The Lord, David and I have a really good background
in faith. A good upbringing of a family who went to church
every Sunday.
© Joyce Ann Geyer February 16th 2007

These should learn first of all to put their
religion into practice by caring for their
own family.
1 Timothy 5:4

Sailors They Were

The smuggler and Her crew
They learned to make do

She had oak planking
And a steel centerboard

Weekend sailors when they could
The Weather, no bother, lift anchor they would

Bail her out and head for the open
Sometime they would take a soaken

Throw the sea anchor out
And head for the hole

Good old Mother nature
Measuring their stature

This crew had seen bigger things
Sailing like this only brought out the songs

This poet has only one more thing to say
Darn it all I wanted to sail and play

By David Allen Geyer (C)

Red Lake

The air from the forest
Filled my lungs with pure air
I could smell the wood from the trees
As the Autumn breeze flowed through them

The water from Red Lake
So calm not even a ripple would break
Some colors subdued by less sun
Where other areas, God turned a light switch on

Air bubbles break the waters silence
Then the geese startled, broke into flight

Amused by the young boys fishing
Casting out, and reeling, faster than fish could swim
Smiling, that took me back to my first fishing days

The smoke from a cabin nearby
Made me think of the Indians and their way

It is so beautiful here
Life must have been hard but good

By David Allen Geyer (C)