Hour Three

As the morning fog drifts across the lake, we make our way, poles in hand

Carefully we load the boat and leave behind the land

The calm waters begin to dance as our boat pushes through

As we search for the perfect spot to spend the day together, me and you

Anchor lowered, motor silenced, hook baited, line cast

Now the wait….


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