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May 2016
Walking with your rod in hand
Across this rocky ridged path
To get you your favorite fishing spot
Where you stay until it begins to get dark

When you try to stand up
You realize if to slippery to walk
But you need to cross it to get to your car
So you have no choice but to move on

Wishing you didn't come to this spot
The darker it gets the harder it is to walk
Then you come to this odd looking rock
You think you can cross it with out getting hurt

But when you do you slip and you **** lands on it's curve
You try to get up but cry in pain
You yell for your son to come help you as fast as he can
He runs over to you and grabs your hand

As he pulls you up with all his might
You've never let pain like this in all your life
You try your best to walk off these rocks
But in your head you want to push your self off

To drift in the sea and let the water take you away
But he keeps hold of your hand and forces you on you way
It takes 10 long minutes to get to the car
When you get in to the drivers seat you balling your eyes out

Since the fall it's gotten worse you back has now gone
You can barely walk a block with out your feet going numb
You now have a can to balance your self out
Your disliked are now all pushed out

You've tried every kind of treatment with out any success
And you have no idea what your going to do next
What you need is to get your back fixed up
Or soon you won't be able to walk at all
non fiction but a true story
Michael Hill
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Michael Hill  Powell river
(Powell river)   
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