Wednesday, January 1, 2014

The Greatest Fishing Trip Ever

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife,
         Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray;
Along the cool sequester'd vale of life
         They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Scatter my ashes along the Northwood shores
By a place where I caught and released, near the bay.

















No comments:

Post a Comment