Summer Poem: A Boy and His Dad by Edgar Guest

It’s time for a summer poem! This year, I chose a warm, evocative poem by Edgar A. Guest, the author of many home- and family-focused poems. If you have boys, I think you’ll especially enjoy this, particularly if you’ve read and enjoyed John Eldredge’s Wild at Heart and Fathered by God.

Fishing on the RiverIn a different vein, I also included a brief summer poem by William Carlos Williams. Be sure to notice how he creates a whimsical, yet thoughtful mood using just a few carefully chosen words. Enjoy!

A Boy and His Dad
by Edgar Guest

A boy and his dad on a fishing-trip-
There is a glorious fellowship!
Father and son and the open sky
And the white clouds lazily drifting by,
And the laughing stream as it runs along
With the clicking reel like a martial song,
And the father teaching the youngster gay
How to land a fish in the sportsman’s way.

I fancy I hear them talking there
In an open boat, and the speech is fair.
And the boy is learning the ways of men
From the finest man in his youthful ken.
Kings, to the youngster, cannot compare
With the gentle father who’s with him there.
And the greatest mind of the human race
Not for one minute could take his place.

Which is happier, man or boy?
The soul of the father is steeped in joy,
For he’s finding out, to his heart’s delight,
That his son is fit for the future fight.
He is learning the glorious depths of him,
And the thoughts he thinks and his every whim;
And he shall discover, when night comes on,
How close he has grown to his little son.

A boy and his dad on a fishing-trip-
Builders of life’s companionship!
Oh, I envy them, as I see them there
Under the sky in the open air,
For out of the old, old long-ago
Come the summer days that I used to know,
When I learned life’s truths from my father’s lips
As I shared the joy of his fishing-trips.

Summer Song
by William Carlos Williams

Wanderer moon
smiling a
faintly ironical smile
at this
brilliant, dew-moistened
summer morning,-
a detached
sleepily indifferent
smile, a
wanderer’s smile,-
if I should
buy a shirt
your color and
put on a necktie
where would they carry me?

From the Al Que Quiere! collection of 1917. 

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