LeRoy F. Oates

(Hawthorne, California)

Fishing And Wishing

I often wonder when looking up high,
where do fishes go when they die?
I know I'm closer to God when I'm fishing.
When I'm alone out there in the wild.
For I say my prayers and make my wishing;
I see the beauty of nature that is mild,
A beauty that is far beyond compare,
The beauty of nature that is everywhere
Have you ever seen an eagle soaring high above the river?

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