Fishing Brothers
I wasn't able to tell you about the Giant Petrol's gliding along Stanley Sound
Or the Gentoo Penguins and Sea lions amongst the Tussock Grass that I'd found
The fishing on the Falklands was better than any place
I wish you could have seen the excited look upon my face
Now my fish expeditions have become more specialist
But it's the brotherly chat and banter that's so sadly missed
The weekly conversations on the telephone
And our fishing journeys
When you'd annually come home
I hope you've heard my chatter when I'm fishing all alone
Although I get no answer it's close to talking on the phone
Now I'm that much older the hurt still feels the same
But I know one day we'll meet up
To go fishing once again.

- Chris O'Malley