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Somewhere On a River
by Ray Asaph
Somewhere
on a river
My mind drifts far away
Thinking of my fondest thoughts
Memories of yesterday.
Four good friends
together
We laughed and worked as one
To canoe our way up river
Before we lost the sun.
We pitched our tent
we made our bed
All our work was done
Laughing faces flickered by camp-fire light
Until the morning sun.
As
time goes on things come to pass
These times once had by all
One of us four has since laid to rest
The others busy
with life's calls.
Yet when we meet we start to talk
We plan a fishing trip for three
We will surely take the
other 4th guy
But only in memories
When God decides to take our youth
Will there be anyone to take our place
Or
will this intimacy be forgotten
Among the human race.
There is too much to comprehend
To understand life's twisted
maze
Modern Man lives with inflated self worth
I choose to stick to my ancient ways.
I considered myself lucky to be born
and raised in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, and to have parents who loved the outdoors. Needless to say I was very young when
I was introduced to nature, fishing, boating and other outdoor activities. It's a love I never lost however sadly miss because
I work and live in the Moncton area where great canoeing and fishing is not exactly running through my back yard.
I was introduced to the Miramichi about
five years ago and ever since I am a die-hard fan. It's people and spirit abounds. It reminds me so much of Cape Breton that
I call the Chi my second home. Lucky are the few who have the privilege to rightfully call the Miramichi their home. I created
this poem about memorable fishing trips with my friends up the North Branch of the Main South West Miramichi in the Juniper
area.
Ray
http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/asaph/asaph
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