Like Daddy...

I always like standing with my daddy.

He is so tall and strong.

His skin with the deep crevasses of the years.

Weathered and wrinkled.

We stand among his friends.

As they rock and sigh in the winds.

The warm Sun gives me strength.

As the ground beneath gives life.

The rains from the distant ocean quinch me.

As the birds play in my hair.

I always know I'll be big like daddy.

As I reach to touch the skies.