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Spring Dream

There is a valley where memories lie,
whose borders slope gently up to the sky
with lush green meadows glowing soft to the eye
and a clear rushing brook filled with Trout darting by.

I can close my eyes and see all this
and feel the sensation of nature's bliss,
as the feeling of warmth from a soft breeze's kiss,
when I dream in the Spring of the valley I miss.

But these dreams force a new wave of feeling in me.
It is time to arise from winter's misery
and come forth through the magic of Spring poetry
to find a new valley where my soul can be free.

The spring does this to me, I must confess~
It moves me to seek a new wilderness,
another safe harbor where all weariness
falls away like a shroud to invoke happiness.

And attentive I am to the call of Spring -
the flights and sounds of the Swans on wing,
the Seagulls and Ospreys spiraling -
the urge to fish awakening.

Then, here I find but a shout away,
the Susquehanna River may
give me relief for an hour or day
to escape to the river - to fish, to play.

The Susquehanna is no mountain stream.
But, it has its own beauty, its polish and gleam.
Otters and Raccoons hold it high in esteem;
So, no less should I as I wake from my dream

And go fishing.....
Written by fishead
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