She runs as fast as she can
Down the rugged grade to the flats below
Around the stones forgotten, left behind by time
Marking her way she rings out music
Not music of man but of nature
She dashes to and fro jumping for joy at her freedom
The canopy of green provides rest from the sun
And she roars ever more as the grade increases
She is a grand ole lady full of life
Rushing ahead as though someone awaits
at the end of her journey, yet no one is there
She carries within her a world of life
They take from her all they need
And give back only their own – no more
Insects, crustaceans, and trout call her home
I sit by her side, listen and admire
I play in her pools fooling her trout
She gives me peace, an escape from life.
Beauty in words from the heart.
I was in the shop on Saturday to purchase my Winston rod. I hope to use it this Saturday on the Caney. I have exchanged e-mails with you and talked with you on the phone. However, I have never really had a chance to talk with you in person. I have talked to Daniel and Paula, but not you. I hope to get that chance soon. Thanks for allowing me to take a quick diversion to the mountains each day through your fishing report. I read it almost every day. Also, thanks for allowing me to use the message board to post some short prose.
You guys are great!