Love, it's only five inches deep and five feet across.
Where's the spray, I'll get the little buggers.
Our time here always seems so short. There's still a lot of fish out there.
Yes, but watch out for the slippery moss.
Be careful, it is slippery on those rocks.
============= Treece Jeanice =============== Roland James =========================

Oh God, the great white hunter is on the move again. Look at that stealth form and that death swatter of hers.

 

MINNESOTA

(Gopher State)

Thrilled seeing first glimpse of my lake through trees and brush.
For the 56th year my soul calms. I hug Mom in loves hush.
The cabin is as old as me, built at my birth, by my adopted Granddad.
Windows we replaced last year, as they were rotted out really bad.

As I write this, all the memories swarm me in a rush.
I wish my palette combined words with paint brush.
Whisked feathers of foam lightly spread on the shore.
Spaghetti green lake weeds hiding places of fairy lore.

Teri and I take our Pontoon Yacht (USS Guppy) for a quick lake tour.
Meticulously checking fishing gear for each their favorite lure.
Teri knows fishing's not for the faint of heart and not a beginner's game.
Battle ready, emblazoned upon her chest 'The Fish Tremble at My Name'.

I have never walked across the Mississippi, even at the locks.
Close the door, you'll let the mosquitoes in. Must be at least 10 billion out theret. Going to sleep tonight with no skin left bare.

by Trygve Olson