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.
Copyright © Alan Fitz | Year Posted 2009
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