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Trout Fishing Trip # 3

>>>>>>As day light turned into evening, there was a chill coming in the air. It was time to take and clean our catch and store them so they dont attract the bears. Sitting around the camp fire, Listening to some tunes on the radio. We couldent listen very long though The batteries were running low. This was our last night for sleeping over, For tomorrow we will be heading home. But we can get a few hours fishing in tomorrow morning, before leaving this place all alone. By noon the next day, we were packing up, soon to be on out way. We made sure the fires were out The cabin was cleaned for the next ones to stay. Memories like these I will always cherish of so very long ago. When my two brothers and I had our fishing trip is when i wished time would move more slow.

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Date: 3/21/2009 12:39:00 AM
I LOVE THE SEA AND ALL IT BRINGS,YEAH MY FRIEND MEMORIES ALWAYS REMAIN,THANK GOD FOR THAT,SIMPLE THINGS LIKE FISHING AND NATURE CAN GIVE US THE BEST JOY IN LIFE,ITS NOT WHAT WE DO BUT WITH WHO WE ARE THAT COUNTS,FAMILY,LOVE THIS POEM-CHARMA
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Date: 3/18/2009 4:40:00 PM
Alan, you have brought back some wonderful memories of fishing trips. Great poetry from a great poet!
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Date: 3/18/2009 1:35:00 PM
This is wondefully written as were the first two. I love that last stanza and want to remind you that as long as these memories live on in your mind you can relive them as slow as you want. You capture it so well I can picture myself there. Wonderful writing! Smiles from Lolita
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