Thursday, June 9, 2011

It Beckons Me Back

Paddling through on a warm summer day
Reeds sway in the deep waters green
Quiet, mirror reflections mimic my thoughts

Frogs on a Lilly pad croak a hello
Dragonflies cause ripples as they dip to the surface
Lone bass leaps, gleaming scales in the sunlight.

I wish I had my fishing pole
This special place to drop my line
But alas this trip is a scenic one.

I’ll mark this cove for another day
When I’ll return prepared to bait my hook
For now, I’ll dream of the one that got away.

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