On a log, Crazy Creek for a back rest, hoping for loon call, an owl calls. Lake lapping, smoke in the air. Canoe secured. Tent and rain fly ready. Smoke rising, mosquitoes few. Little conversation. Lost in thought. Some memories. Anticipation. Tomorrow. Lost in the moment. A loom calls. Water lapping. Crackle from the fire. A loon calls. Muscles a bit sore, but feels good. Don't eveeeer get tired. Sip a pit of .. I think back with a smile. Moon light now. A loon calls. Wonder how many stars are out. Shield my eyes to see. Nights, soft glow of camp fire. Small fire. Loon calls. Pine scent. Thoughts lost. Together. Lay your thoughts forever. Remember, memories. Times.
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You must be snowed in !|
Posted by: JackL on Dec-18-13 4:07 PM (EST)
Maybe he just thought this was the|
Posted by: spiritboat on Dec-19-13 8:19 AM (EST)
"Getting Together & Going Psychotic" message board?
Posted by: gator_8_em on Dec-18-13 9:33 PM (EST)
I was almost there with you. In my mind. Lost in my thoughts.
Posted by: beaverjack on Jan-19-14 5:46 PM (EST)
Just what kind of smoke you got rising there, pard?
24 outside headed for 14. No skeeters.|
Posted by: string on Jan-23-14 11:01 PM (EST)
And another around for the house!|
Posted by: canoeswithduckheads on Jan-27-14 4:46 PM (EST)
In his stream of conscious