View From The Summit

A small boy with a view From the Everest summit of his father's shoulders Passed me while peering Down the double lined road He a jovial jockey Whose steps were two small To keep up with his Daddy's pace Big small toothed smile on his face Seated upon his makeshift throne I thought him no more than two As this union of two A child with little worries A father with shoulders to carry them Should ever they arise We dipped a nod as courtesy To what seemed a perfect match Senior and junior Under the bounce of blue sky Strolling together By the stride of one Heading in the direction Of making memories They will always know To be theirs Come whatever mountains To climb