Fish_Tales
Against the Current
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He Thought It Was About Tennis
A boy in a plastic box, couldn’t wait,
He has to arrive early.
No point waiting.
Now he is too small.
You have to stay here, you need those tubes,
But not for long.
Visiting him at night,
Even after midnight.
He will be coming home soon.
Riding a tricycle in the sun,
The labrador chasing him,
Both happy to have a friend.
Pick some fruit for him, hanging over a fence.
Sour, he makes a face and
Points at the birds scattering into the air,
They fly away from the dog.
He laughs,
The dog is my friend, don’t be scared.
Watching the Tigers train.
They’re big and they sign his jumper.
Tigers are the best.
I want to be like them.
At the MCG the sun is out and
They play the Tigers’ song.
Everyone knows it, everyone sings.
They lose, but they are the best.
I want to be like them.
Surf’s up, carry boogie board and surf board,
He feels safe, I’m there.
Let’s go again.
I’m tired, but I will because
He loves it.
And I love him.
The ocean is a friend.
I’ll be there always like she is,
Watching you get stronger.
You really want to be like them?
I can help, but you must work.
Low to high,
Remember, hit the ball,
Don’t just brush it.
School ok? Trouble with teachers.
I know, it can be hard sometimes.
Friends can be mean. Teachers can be mean.
Nice volley.
I’m sick of getting up at four thirty,
Getting fitter, but… you want to be like them.
I’ll do it with you. Us. Together. Swimming.
Driving in the dark, looking ahead, some words.
I think I’m going alright at school.
The teacher doesn’t like me.
I’m sure she does, nodding, driving.
Black line, stroke hard to the wall,
You feel stonger.
Drive those legs, push hard, always push hard.
Now forward, hey, you’re doing well.
I’m proud of you.
It’s as easy as maths and English.
I guess my teacher does like me.
Because you work hard,
Because you’re respectful,
You’re a great boy.
It’s about being your best, not being the best.
I know, making it look easy is hard.
You haven’t lost for a long time.
Push, jump and serve.
One lap, two laps, three, it all adds up.
You’ll never be done,
But you’re getting closer.
Work hard in everything.
Great test results.
Great backhand.
Driving again.
I know, girls can be hard.
Just rest, think about the game.
Not long to go, nearly there.
Wake up, tie your laces tight.
Good luck, I’ll be watching.
I love you Dad.
He thought it was about tennis.
**Note: for people not from where I'm from (most!), the Tigers are an AFL team.
****Note: AFL - a weird game played mainly in Australia, but highly addictive
A boy in a plastic box, couldn’t wait,
He has to arrive early.
No point waiting.
Now he is too small.
You have to stay here, you need those tubes,
But not for long.
Visiting him at night,
Even after midnight.
He will be coming home soon.
Riding a tricycle in the sun,
The labrador chasing him,
Both happy to have a friend.
Pick some fruit for him, hanging over a fence.
Sour, he makes a face and
Points at the birds scattering into the air,
They fly away from the dog.
He laughs,
The dog is my friend, don’t be scared.
Watching the Tigers train.
They’re big and they sign his jumper.
Tigers are the best.
I want to be like them.
At the MCG the sun is out and
They play the Tigers’ song.
Everyone knows it, everyone sings.
They lose, but they are the best.
I want to be like them.
Surf’s up, carry boogie board and surf board,
He feels safe, I’m there.
Let’s go again.
I’m tired, but I will because
He loves it.
And I love him.
The ocean is a friend.
I’ll be there always like she is,
Watching you get stronger.
You really want to be like them?
I can help, but you must work.
Low to high,
Remember, hit the ball,
Don’t just brush it.
School ok? Trouble with teachers.
I know, it can be hard sometimes.
Friends can be mean. Teachers can be mean.
Nice volley.
I’m sick of getting up at four thirty,
Getting fitter, but… you want to be like them.
I’ll do it with you. Us. Together. Swimming.
Driving in the dark, looking ahead, some words.
I think I’m going alright at school.
The teacher doesn’t like me.
I’m sure she does, nodding, driving.
Black line, stroke hard to the wall,
You feel stonger.
Drive those legs, push hard, always push hard.
Now forward, hey, you’re doing well.
I’m proud of you.
It’s as easy as maths and English.
I guess my teacher does like me.
Because you work hard,
Because you’re respectful,
You’re a great boy.
It’s about being your best, not being the best.
I know, making it look easy is hard.
You haven’t lost for a long time.
Push, jump and serve.
One lap, two laps, three, it all adds up.
You’ll never be done,
But you’re getting closer.
Work hard in everything.
Great test results.
Great backhand.
Driving again.
I know, girls can be hard.
Just rest, think about the game.
Not long to go, nearly there.
Wake up, tie your laces tight.
Good luck, I’ll be watching.
I love you Dad.
He thought it was about tennis.
**Note: for people not from where I'm from (most!), the Tigers are an AFL team.
****Note: AFL - a weird game played mainly in Australia, but highly addictive
