As I


As I sit on the dock,
My eyes see the clouds, the birds and the waves.

As I sit on the dock,
My mind thinks who, what, where, and when.

As I sit on the dock,
My heart beats slowly and gets ready to rest.

As I sit on the dock,
My mind thinks what a great journey it was.

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My father was a great outdoorsman. I have many photos of him sitting on rocks and boats. I was the fortunate one to spend his last sunrise with him. I am the selfish one to spend his last sunrise with him. As I sit on any dock, rock, boat, or mountain, I think of my father, the great Walter F. Bantz.