red white and green signs against
trespass
walk through the silent
fallen and their sentries standing
guard
tiptoe 'round the poison ivy
on the path well worn by
dissenters who have come before
hoping patrollers of this
man-made free environment
fail
to see necessity of taking their
job too seriously
you will come to
the place.
A long shoreline
where beaver deer bear
congregate with birds and
their prey
A place where you try to
spill only the blood of the battling worm
before you arc rod
snap it forward
watching
hooked bait sail across
calm waters.
The world and it's trappings fall
away
relaxed yet poised to react
you
breathe life into dreams
while
mosquitoes buzz away drunk with gratitude
Whether the fish bite or not is
irrelavant
you have a grand tale of adventure and daring
that every 11-year-old boy should
have in his arsenal to
tell.
- Vera
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