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    fall is almost here and the time has near come,
    for the mighty silver steellhead to make it's river run.
    they come bound full of muscle,
    some spunk, strong will and hustle.
    be prepared for a fight and tussle,
    not unlike big city with bustle.
    i love the outdoors but i'm not a tree hugger,
    i tied my own fly a synthetic wooly bugger.
    i hide in the shadows like a central park mugger,
    and wait for the sight of a monofilament line tugger.
    i've been here all day my impatience does show,
    if i stay here much longer i fear it will snow,
    so i gather up my stuff and ready to go,
    when a vision appears and my mind it does blow.
    the fish that i see is the fish of my dreams,
    the info i processed could be measured in reams,
    like a fine tailors needle i thread the waters seams,
    so i can leave that rivers edge with a smile that beams.


  • #2
    Rapala you always have good fishing word
    gold and angling you’ve been lured
    With your rhyming word I’ve seen you fish
    I’ve seen you search I’ve seen you wish

    A wish for peace in a river full of trout
    thats your dream without a doubt
    A line in the water and searching for treasure
    are your words you write of pleasure

    So thanks for your word at early morning rise
    I feel your peace and seen your prize
    Your words we enjoy it brings a smile
    he made two trips it’s more then a mile.

    Thanks and have a great weekend all

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    • #3
      Roller coaster ride
      Flips you upside down
      Twists you, Turns you
      Loops you back around
      Sprinkle in some faith and a bit of luck
      Say beg your pardon, Savage garden
      I'm out of the muck

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      • #4
        I often wonder how I got involved
        is the poem real is the poem solved
        I heard about this crazy poem
        treasure placed below a home

        A home you say capitalized Brown
        8.25 miles above a town
        A town we know as Santa Fe
        Fenn lives there, that’s what they say

        Some say it’s real some say it’s fake
        it isn’t easy no walk for cake
        you will walk with your boots on the ground
        walk in circles till his chest is found

        its no easy task it’s really a thrill
        you'll spend some money it’ll test your will
        be patient and take it slow
        it’s only win no place or show.

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        • #5
          It matters who you are
          Your golden heart
          Sets you apart
          you are a shining star
          Be true to you
          In all you do
          It will take you far

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          • #6
            Our life is a true test
            be it worst or be it best
            Some have to live in constant strife
            others walk in a God’s guiding light

            We the lucky, in land without war
            we watch the sun set on distant shores
            Others not lucky, but still have some hope
            for happiness and freedom so their families can cope

            So on this day now called 9- eleven
            I ask the souls that were sent to heaven
            Are we any different this dreadful day
            All that I heard was “one only can pray.”


            Don’t forget..... please

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            • #7
              I am the 1 Thrill of the chase, I'm too far to walk

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              • #8
                A land protected

                Wildlife respected

                Nature in full display

                A wonderland

                With views so grand

                That takes your breath Away
                 
                Last edited by willynilly; 10-22-2019, 09:05 PM.

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                • #9
                  the beds they are a fillin' with little golden nuggets,
                  i cast my fly free willin' in hopes something will tug-it.

                  the shadows drift wide as my fly makes it's way,
                  every cast flung with hopes that one stays.

                  i watch the big one in and out of the current,
                  i think i'll change flies and try again to lure it.

                  maybe a wooly bugger or a parachute adams,
                  i've decided that the damsel is what i'll throw at 'em.

                  a lady in distress or so it would seem,
                  if he takes the bait towards my rod i will lean.

                  the day it is passing,
                  just like the many fish,
                  we spoke a different language,
                  they did not hear my wish.


















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                  • #10
                    a blade that is sharpened , boots for winters day,
                    gear stuck in a bucket, by dawn i'm on my way.

                    first ice is always best you see,
                    shallow water pods of pan-fish be.

                    tiny rods and two pound test,
                    without a doubt what i like best.

                    a box of spikes some heat for the hut,
                    and don't forget a shot for the gut.

                    a bucket i brought to keep what's caught,
                    a filet knife too for cleaning as taught.

                    a good day will find you with twenty-five,
                    it ain't no story and ain't no jive.

                    so get outside and enjoy winters cold,
                    if you just stay inside you'll only get old.















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                    • #11
                      If the chase is a Venus fly trap

                      We are the silly flies

                      What use is having the good map

                      If we cannot be wise?

                      Simple words confuse us

                      The truth lies in a guise

                      Stay home and play canasta

                      Try to rationalize

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                      • #12
                        Venus flytraps Mother Nature made to kill
                        that’s not the chase that’s not the thrill
                        Escaping the snap of a vicious bite
                        flying away into the warm night

                        Wisdom may come and wisdom may go
                        some learn it fast some learn it slow
                        many look up and some look around
                        East West or North or was that down

                        Simple does confuse and to confuse is simple
                        some make a mountain out of a pimple
                        Or a mole hill out of a mountain
                        Fenn found youth flowing from a fountain.

                        Thanks Forrest for your recent “WORDS”


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                        • #13
                          I do enjoy the words
                          Written by dear Mr Fenn
                          I envision him smiling
                          While holding his pen
                          Reliving his past
                          Writing it so it lasts
                          His life’s been an adventure
                          A real gosh darn blast!

                          Now let’s discuss the word down
                          I know I know this direction
                          I checked the home of brown
                          It was not there to be found
                          Am I a clueless clown?
                          Is it actually below ground?
                          These are the things I ponder
                          When I’m throwing thoughts around


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                          • #14
                            He has so many words within a story told
                            leaving us to question words like peace and bold
                            he has the wit to twist and tangle
                            changing thoughts with a different angle

                            nobody in the Chase should call oneself a clown
                            a thrill brings a smile and not a useless frown
                            yes it could be buried, I don’t think that’s true
                            it’s exposed to sunlight snow and dew

                            Sure it’s placed below something Brown, a home?
                            Cynthias statement made us all groan
                            So what’s really true and what’s really fake
                            Nobody knows for heavens sake

                            There are two people who may know the end
                            the only one that knows for sure is Fenn
                            The other is only making an educated guess
                            only to find a 10 inch chest.

                            Last edited by 1Trailblazer2019; 10-23-2019, 09:40 PM.

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                            • #15
                              Lately I feel frustrated
                              Making it harder for me to smile
                              I want to be liberated
                              But my wings don’t want to fly for a while
                              I’m being pulled in two directions
                              Can I be reconciled?
                              I’m in limbo with my heart on my sleeve
                              I guess that’s just become my style

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