A Gift from Dad In commemoration of a recent happy occasion, my Dad wrote me this small poem: Before each new journey a man is named Master in Charge and Hero. Relying on strength, extraordinary natural beauty, and unmatchable machismo, his advanced parties plant yellow flags on railroad terminal yards. Flying in freedom they help bring in real, true, happy days and years. In addition to working, in my opinion, very well as unsettling lyrical Borgesian flash fiction, it also -- this being my Dad -- is a riddle which contains a secret. One which my Gentle Readers will no doubt soon unravel. Posted by benrosen at September 22, 2014 04:53 PM | Up to blogComments
Very lovely. ..are we missing an 'in' between 'bring' and 'real'? Thanks, and many happy returns of the day, We are! Oops! I have added it. :-) Posted by: Benjamin Rosenbaum at September 22, 2014 11:59 PMHappy 1200th! (base 3) Posted by: Jim Moskowitz at September 23, 2014 03:15 AMThe best kind of ģift. Very David. Posted by: Judy N at September 23, 2014 04:50 AM |