The little boy who rode back and forth

The ferry man was his friend

He saw the elephants wade across the river

He grew up and strong, fished the seaward shore.

Became a man shot ducks across the marsh

Had amorous adventures good and bad

Met and married my mum

Moved away for the benefit of family

The family all grew up left home had family of their own

His wife grew sick and sadly passed away

He seemed ok but didn’t like to be alone

His social ability stopped him from being lonely

Until the day his illness became too much

His once strong body couldn’t take any more

We gathered at the place where he started

Now his ashes flow in and out with the tide

They move past where the ferry used to run

Now he has been joined by his eldest son

The footsteps we leave get worn away

But our descendants are always moving forward

The circle is never closed