Why Go Fishing?

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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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The Mountains, The Desert, And I

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No one will ever know

about the everlasting love

i hold in my heart for

the times i'm out

under the desert sky,

or camping within the trees

of the mountains sublime.

And the heaviness of my

aching heart when fate

decrees for awhile,

we must part.

When we get back

together again,

each silent night

alone with them

is Heaven supreme.

Under the stars

and candle light,

in my tent,

as i rest up and repent

of the life i have spent

in the city's tight,

noisy streets and

stifling air.

No noisy city

to betray or

spoil my rest.

Even when i receive

natures hint of a storm,

i merely fasten the

tent down and really

snore throughout

the night and

worry no more.

That's the kind

of life for me.

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The Real Joys Of Living

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The real joys of living today,

is not the getting,

but the giving that pays.

If everybody cared

no more for you

than they do for me,

what a hell of a place

this world would be.

To some, life is sweet,

just because of

friends we've made,

and the things with

others we share.

If we all stood alone

in the battle of life,

full of sorrow,

contempt and strife,

this old world would be

a dreary place indeed.

It's the giving and the

doing for somebody else,

that all life's splendor depends.

All the joys of this world,

what few there are,

are found in the

making of friends.

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