To bathe in the glorious
sunny warm weather.
A truly beautiful stream,
long stretches of absolute solitude,
drenched in the sounds of nature.
There is just so much to see,
out there on those quiet, empty waters.
The shoreline, like fantastic dreams,
enclosed the lake which spread out
beyond in vibrant turquoise greens
and blues, until it met the blue of the sky.
Patterned here and there with
mounds of gentle clouds,
arranged as if purposely,
to enhance the ethereal beauty
and vastness of the place.
The quiet, the peace, the color,
the sun, the smell of clean air.
The endless variety of life in the lake,
the scene of a world still living
comfortably with itself.
Even if the fish are spooked,
the sporting qualities would still
make it an odds on favorite of man.
Any fishing trip, even a short one,
cements you together in a
bond of spirit and friendship.
Together you battle the bugs, the rocks,
the adverse forces of the stream,
and whatever elements nature exhibits.
Alone together in the wilderness,
you find undefinable independence
and strength, which cannot be gained
through books or politics.
Tensions fall away, life is greatly
simplified to bare essentials.
Nature as God intended it to be.
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