As found on the internet (Anon):
Standing thigh high on the riffle,
Feeling the current pull at my knees.
Breathing deep…my world is calm now,
Winged beauty drifting by on the breeze.
My line floats out like a feather,
And patiently waits a strike from below.
My soul seeks the magic of water,
I’m lost in its ebb and flow.
I admit it’s really not about catching,
I don’t care if the prey is that clever.
The light gently leaving the canyon,
I want to hold this moment forever.
Why do we fight daily battles
Looking for fortune or fame?
I turn from this life of unease
The river is calling my name.
As you read the above, think now back on your week as it now passes….hmmm… As for me, a week from today I return to the blessed waters of Patagonia, Chile to revel in the above and to create opportunity for others to follow in my wake.
A great weekend to all!!
RCR---<’///:><
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