Holding close, to a gurgling flow,
Pickerel burbling, in a near below.
Look at disruption out upon the ice,
There was corruption, and fight for a life.
Already the snow is covering the scene,
Of gutting, cutting now covering it clean.
So to sit down and glow next to the burn,
So to life’s moments, and the things we learn,
So to fire, to foil, and to the crackling,
To bliss, full belly and days of laughing.
To the Creator Thank You!