“These lakes and these woods,
Were left to us, by our ancestors;
We will give them away, to no one.”
An Ojibwa Indian Elder
It is now dawn, on one of my favorite old lakes
It’s tucked very deep, in northern pine forest land
Old Tater, my black Labrador fishing partner and I
Head down to the dock, on a misty morning grand
A loud, rippling splash, swiftly breaks dawn’s silence
Tater and I look; it might be a hungry smallmouth bass
We jump into our little fishing boat, and soon take off
Hoping for a day in paradise, that in memory, will last
I slowly head over to one of my favorite old fishing spots
It’s near some limestone rocks, with ancient pictographs
Suddenly, I hear the voices of ancient spirits, in the mist
Their presence here undeniable, and I hope that it will last
Soon, my fishing partner and I catch a few large walleye
And then, we spot a wondrous osprey, above us, on wing
We both now watch, as she skillfully dives into the water
Then flies off to her young in the nest; breakfast she brings
As the sun begins to rise ever higher over old Spirit Lake
Good old Tater and I now get the urge to go for a cold dip
Soon, the two of us are splashing around in these blue waters
Ancient spirits, fish, wildlife, and a swim – it’s truly, a marvelous trip
©2009, Mr. Ed
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Welcome back
The Buzzard
In Spirit,
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Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Next time you go away, please take Karla and I with you!! :) *hint, hint, hint* LOL
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Anna
Next time you take off fishing gimme a day warning and I will come with my rod.
EDvard yer Ole Brother