Show I Just Folks By Dy EDGAR A. A GUEST STILL FISHING I like still fishing Not the k kind Iid That fills tills with willi bass bas and bait balt the mind r t Although to have them bite Is fun tun When such a 1 busy day is done And I have stowed the boat away Ive I've only fish to mark the day Ive I've caught a record breaking string But lost the more engrossing thing I r like the thoughtful fishing best It gives the soul and body rest To pull away from tram shore and stay Amid the splendors of or the day If It slow the fishing seems to be Thoughts long neglected come to me By sky and cloud and singing bird The mind and soul are strangely stirred Alone with nature I can find Charms countless to entrance the mind Fancies and dreams come drifting down Which never ne reach rench a man In town Questions Questions' which baffle all the wise vise Of or how and why Gods God's work arise And ill always ways I come back to shore shone A A. little happier than before What if It no wily bass Ive I've caught Its It's equal joy to catch a thought To take lake from woods or stream or sk sky A happy fancy Cancy drifting by To snatch from natures nature's golden store A truth Ive I've never had before Is just as thrilling unto me meAs meAs meAs As any two-pound two bass would be Copyright 1935 Edgar A. A Guest I. I c t I |