Friday, September 27, 2013

Mountain Home

I always felt at home in the mountains
I loved to go meandering through trees;
Skipping, sloshing through the falling leaves;
Tripping through the slow mountain streams.
We went fishing once.
David and Lois Ann almost caught a little one.
Michael tired of carrying his pole so his dad carried it.
It’s so hard to stream fish my brother said
To the Easterner who
Was use to fishing from a boat
 On the Potomac.
“Show me how”, he asked eagerly.
Pat and I just enjoyed the walk with a book in hand
For the long fishing stops.
We lingered for a picnic half way.
After lunch the Easterner sauntered over
With a good sized trout.
What’s so hard about that?

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