He had caught a nice speckled trout in this hole,
then he walked around that big boulder,
and caught one in the next hole,
then walked around boulder #2,
and caught speckle number 3,
skirted the baby hemlocks,
a fourth hole was there,
as was speckled #4,
he lit a briar pipe,
watched a deer,
heard a bird,
© Copy written for what I will never know.
The river, fish, deer, birds, trees,… made a heavenly place for him. Beautiful post, Wally!
Waldo "Wally" Tomosky said:
Thanks Amy, For over 60 years I have been unable to determine if nature is the real God, or organized religion’s god is the real God, or if our conscience is the real God. Maybe I should have been an ancient Greek who had several gods.