I enjoy, camping, canoeing, hiking, woodworking, carving and writing poetry.
I dream about those carefree times,
Of playful days, when in my prime,
I tried my hand at romantic flings,
Didn't much care about serious things,
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I look away when I'm afraid,
Turn the cheek when I'm betrayed,
I hold it in when anger swells,
Trapped inside my self-imposed hell,
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I loved to fish with my Uncle Jack,
For finding fish, he had the knack,
A passion in common, we both shared alike,
To find that place where fish might strike,
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If I was a poet I'd write from the heart,
Expelling my feelings, both sorrows and joys,
With a stroke of my pen like a fine piece of art,
I'd sketch out my thoughts for all to enjoy,
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I put afloat on Kingscote Lake,
And glided through the gentle wake,
Carried forth by my trusty oar,
To search for camp on it's western shore,
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