Often as the evening hours wane,
When the sun glow softens near the shore,
Western skies pull shades for the night,
My memories take control again once more.
My mind begins returning on the breeze,
To memories floating lazily on the waves,
Where many times I’d spent my happy hours,
In solitude relaxing many days.
Life’s hardships life’s anguish and its bliss,
Has had its turn to visit to my court,
With ample time to give each case a plea,
Using it for pass time or for sport.
No interruptions ever shake them free,
At this place where I think so clear,
They have my full attention as they bid,
That is unless my bobber disappears.
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