Blogging and trogging - The father tree
Si's general blogs on what's been going on...
It's not easy being a father, I guess, it was never easy being a father.
I spent seven years waiting to write my dad a poem, and it wasn't until an image came into my head which neatly encapsulated a portrait of the essence of my father's place in the world - that I found the words.
The image of a solitary tree, glowing with a golden warmth in a forest of green evergreens, a maverick tall proud tree, sending seeds of ideas out into the world, unknowlingly inspiring thousands of life changes with gentle and truncated sentences of wisdom.
After seven years of frustration, trying to find words to express deeply supressed feelings, it was only twenty frantic minutes of scribbling to get the picture down in words, sat on a bench in my favorite hotel in the Lake District, at the Old Dungeon Ghyll.
Anyway, feelings released now...
This is for you Dad. I love you.