I can’t do the things
I used to do.
It makes me sad.
I sit at home and
see myself eat breakfast,
put on my waders
and drive to the river.
Park the car,
get out the gear,
and tramp along a cornfield
to the beach.
A few steps into the Battenkill.
Gentle casts cross stream,
move a little down river
after several tries.
A tug on the line.
A trout has taken the hook.
I pull in the line
until I can put the catch
into the net or it escapes.
Is memory a substitute for fishing?
January 22, 2023
poems for friends 
Thank you Harry. It may or may not be a substitute, and memory is a huge part of living…
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Not sure it is a replacement and memories can serve as a bit of warmth. Here’s to those trout and u wading with them
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Hi Harry! …very nice AND yes memory is a substitute for a lot of things. But more than that it is comforting while you are healing AND a powerful incentive! You have a lot to look forward to, that is to many more early mornings on the Battenkill! We all need such incentives to keep us going to keep us moving ahead!! And the images of the Battenkill is indeed a powerful and wonderful incentive. that’s it for now….but photos to follow. take good care, my friend, and warm regards to Cathy, too, bob ________________________________
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Thanks Bob. It’s means so much to have you in my corner — your friendship, your caring and your optimism. H
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A soft poem with such vivid and emotional imagery. Thanks Harry
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