A secret place of old High above that ancient strip pit.Now filled with water a million feet deep.Sits that old campsite, where we went as kids.That sacred place with a stone ring built years ago. Who knows how long? Who knows who began? Who knows who owns the land? We never cared. Surrounded by grandfatherContinue reading “The Campsite”
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Grandpa
Things he taught I opened Grandpa’s tackle box,and there was his best fishing lure.Silver fish with the tail of a fox.It got a lot of use, that’s for sure. He taught me to tie a fishing knot.A strong one that wouldn’t break.He taught me to clean what I caught,and wash my hands in the lake.Continue reading “Grandpa”
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