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Aug 2017
Gravel roads and a pickup truck,
windows down and the radio up.
Cooler full, back in the bed,
sandwich stuff and a loaf of bread.

Special spot behind some gates,
every time we come, tempting fate,
but the fishing here is beyond good,
three owners ago said we could.

Lifelong friends,
casting jigs and worms,
drinking beer,
as evening comes,
staying out of trouble,
as days keep amassing,
just doing, a little trespassing.

A few years later, a special girl,
the one I want, to rule my world.
looking for the perfect spot,
I have got a question to pop.

Icy blue eyes, enough to freeze,
her red hair blowing in the breeze,
cast out her pole, and tell her to wait,
reel it on in, something got your bait.

What's this hung, on your line?
A diamond ring, **** its fine.
Down on one knee, in the country,
waiting for an answer, will she, won't she.

Lifelong love
casting jigs and worms,
making love,
as evening comes,
staying out of trouble,
no days surpassing
Just doing, a little trespassing.

Years of work and some kids,
money in my pocket, a gift to give.
down the road a for sale sign,
I think it's time to make it mine.

So many memories made here
cast and reel, and drinking beer,
special times and making love,
I sure have been, blessed by god above.

Take the family out, with fishing rods,
headed over, to our favorite spot,
it's been raining, hope we don't get stuck
down back roads, in a pickup truck.

Family is out,
casting jigs and worms,
catching some dinner,
as evening comes.
staying out of trouble,
no laws bypassing,
no need for more, trespassing
The Fire Burns
Written by
The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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