Tuesday, July 12, 2011

A walk into time

 Around the yard





 Limestone barn

 Along the Mississippi in Wisconsin










The sun began to peek for a start on a new day. It seemed like the time to be a part of nature’s symphony. The beauty of the day was enriched with a strong desire to catch some fish. It seemed to call out to him and it was hard to sleep in when there were fish to be caught. He stepped outside of his house and admired the sounds and sights around him. Getting changed he headed off, knowing a late breakfast hopefully had trout on the menu. Chipping sparrows chattered overhead as he headed for the stream. Each day had one or two streams to explore if his wife didn’t have something else for him to do. He walked out and grabbed a box of worms from the refrigerator and headed down the road.




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.
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Just the kid in me
Can't you see
It in yourself too?

19 comments:

  1. That last line speaks of YOU :)


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  2. Hi Steve, Gorgeous pictures of your flowers --and I love that barn and that weird looking 'house'????..... Neat!!!

    Cute little hummer also.
    Betsy

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  3. Beautiful photos of a beautiful river. Thanks Betsy

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  4. such pretty flowers and that barn is awesomoe

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  5. I especially love your barn shots! You really do come across some great ones... and I'm impressed you knew this is limestone. I would've called it "a white barn" LOL

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  6. A lovely post! Always am caught in the story and wishing there was more, and I loved all your photographs. Thanks for stopping by and wishing me a happy birthday the other day :)

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  7. I love the hummingbird. Your story makes me stop and daydream of things from the past.

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  8. Your story reminds me of many things that are similar from my childhood. Good feelings.

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  9. I read this twice over, it made me feel that good! It's a beautiful place, your prairie!

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  10. Ohhhh, yes. Lovely story! Enjoyed the photos, too. Stop by and check out my give-away!! ~karen

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  11. I have many of the pretty prairie plants featured in your post today, Steve. Love the shot of Lucy on the banks of the Mississippi. What a fun trip this must have been. :)

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  12. I grew up in a wooded area on the edge of town bordered on one side by a bayou with little creeks that drained into it. Over on such creek there was a robe swing. The water was too narrow and shallow to swing over and fall in but we would swing over and drop to the other side. Lots of fun in those days.

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  13. Oh Steve!! LOVE the flowers! SO light and fluffy and pretty! It's just beautiful there
    Happy Wednesday!
    hughugs

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  14. Great pictures, Steve, especially the flowers, barn, hummingbird, and very odd-looking building.

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  15. Great photos as always, love the shells!

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  16. I don't know what I liked better, the story or the pictures! Both are magnificent.

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  17. Good morning Steve,

    Nice pictures to be true, very nice. It is wonderful visiting your blog and taking a break surrounded by such beautiful Nature. Lovely barns.

    Antonio

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