February 25, 2022
It’s now been countless years ago
When in my teens, much yet to know,
We had a place, small getaway,
There on the lake weekends we’d stay.
Behind the boat I loved to ski.
The times back then seemed so carefree.
The thrill of speeding ‘cross the waves
Now memories forever saved.
Although the skis gave me a thrill
I also savored quiet, still.
The early morning dawning sky,
Times spent with Dad for fish to fry.
Those quiet mornings in the boat
A sheltered place, tie up, just float.
A rod, a bob, a hook with bait,
Throw out the line, sit back and wait.
Those quiet mornings spent with Dad
I learned to cherish as a lad.