Bull

Strong...he was like a bull in the field...strong..controlling two Clydesdales hitched to plows...with leather straps...strong..my grandfather...yes I loved him...the smell of tobacco...singing Danny Boy... aboriginal wet nurse as a child..I should have got in between...my father and him...when they fought..that one time..but I was only a kid...poor pa..poor pa..we all tread our own path...and sons are the curse of fathers...and grandsons..they were treated like an annoyance...stupid questions all the time...wish he would have loved more...wish I could have loved more..RIP in peace pa.