Around the yard
Along the Mississippi in Wisconsin
He laughed how excited he was each day looking over his maps and guessing where a good spot might be. Having been born in the home he lived in this had been a favorite activity through his eighty-six years. He had labored on the railroad for over forty years, a business that had once made his little town a bustling city. Most of the people worked for the railroad, so when it left so did their families. He looked at the vacant home near where he was going to fish that day and remembered going to a few birthday parties for a good friend. They explored the world together and he often found he did things still as he and his friend always did. A good luck charm was always seeing a deer run in front of you, and today he had seen one out in a hay field.
Unhooking a fence he drove into a farm lane that got him close to a favorite fishing hole. It was nice when the owner had given him permission, it was an area he had roved as a kid. This also gave him the stream all to himself and he would have time to look over his thoughts and catch a meal. Closing the gate and getting into his car he bumped along the trail coming to a spot he always got out to walk in at. He put his bucket down and threaded a worm on his tiny hook. Giving it a toss, it landed just as he wanted and he reeled it in a bit here and there to torment the fish. A tiny twitch told him someone was interested right away and he waited for it to carry it off. The tip of his rod pointed toward the water and he had his first fish. This was just the start of a fast morning catching five in less than an hour. A smile and good thoughts drifted away, coming back with some old memories from years before.
He remembered a tree just toward the old house where they played on a rope swing. You could swing off a tall rock and down across the stream he was fishing and back up the hill to where you started. Many days were spent in this grove of trees, long gone to make room for crops such as corn, beans and oats. They had bought the rope with money made doing odd jobs for neighbors of his in town. Climbing as high as they could go they tied the rope to an old piece of chain wrapped around a sturdy branch. Off they would swing touching a tree branch tip with their feet if the got a good swing. Acrobatics were a must and a few tumbles were taken along with many risks just having fun. He laughed to himself also remembering having made a rope swing for his six children to play on in their yard and being the first to give it a try. His happiness soared across the prairie, carried on a gentle breeze.
Just the kid in me
Can't you see
It in yourself too?