on a summer day at Mount Pleasant in the middle of a long paddock my father took instruction arm tops tucked close to the side forearms horizontal, extending rods a couple of sticks, twisting in the hands till the bark broke free, his head thrust back mouth wide laughing unexpected divination with no effort what-so-ever dowsed with that erection till the fluid flowed, his power smashed the paradigm -that hard work guarantees success for Dad, 1937 -2022 This poem was written years ago, when my father was at the height of his physical power, so strong and full of life. It’s not only the end of one year and the…