skimming stones, br into a dirty english sea, br bieng my big strong dad, br you would always beat me, br by a skim or two, br you were the Atlas of my world, br and i adored you. br br watching me proudly. br playing football on a cold winters day, br i was rubbish, br yet always would you say, br great game son, br br holding me tight, br soothing the nightmares frights, br singing me songs your dad sung to you, br the way great dads always do. br br holding me hand, high up on the mountain side, br your strong reassuring grip br your face smoothed with pride.