Rollin down the river
Creating legacies – a father and son


Yellow and gold with sun on our backs.

Calm and clear yet rippled through glass.

Our futures designed on what lays ahead.

The life fairy speaking of tales of old.

What ‘will be’ will be and ‘what is’ remains.

These are the moments on which fond memories are cast.

Creating new legacies our purpose and claim.

The silhouettes of life forming …again and again.


(Summer turning to Autumn over an Irish lake)