July 11, 2022
I remember the days that I spent on the lake,
Skis gliding on water outside the boat’s wake.
It’s fun to recall, glad I still can enjoy,
Remembering days that I spent as a boy.
Early mornings of fishing, the water like glass,
I’d cast out a spinner in hopes of a bass.
We’d troll along shorelines with low hanging trees,
The morning so quiet, no hint of a breeze.
In the evening a fish fry with neighbors and friends,
Or a picnic on water to see the day end.
Late in the evening, no light from the sun,
We’d get in the boat, there were trot lines to run.
We’re still building memories all through our life.
Those visions bring comfort to ease times of strife.
Hi John and Lee,
We grew up in a time that was special and memorable…thanking the Lord for that blessing. Good memories remain and certainly outweigh any that needed to be forgotten…I feel for today’s younger generations and the world they “bluntly” face every day…and ask the Lord to bless those who know Him, and who need to know Him.
Thank you, Lord, for knowing you early in life, for the blessings of good family lives (as youngster and oldster), meaningful and “learningful” days in school, good jobs, blessings of children, etc. …and many more “greats” that were and still are blessing-filled.