Gone Fishin’

When the fall turns toward winter
Temps dropping too low for me
I start thinking of going south
Warm beaches and things to see.

A cooler packed with cold drinks
Snacks and sandwiches to share
Sun on our skin to warm us up
We’ll just spend time right there.

Tackle and a blanket carried
We can find a place to fish
Time together all that matters
We can do whatever we wish.

Maybe I’ll let you take my pole
Join me in a secluded place
Just the two of us searching
Looking to make a heart race.

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Just one that at times puts the words to the page and lets them fall as they might.
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