Family memories capture the time
we crossed Lake Huron waters
on the Chee Chee Maun
ferryboat alert to the holidays
of our desires -
Sue fending off seagulls anxious for
a crust, Troy laughing with
youthful squeals
Walt, subdued and serious at
fourteen year's of age
Esther and husband sharing
their excitement.
Our tent soaking in heavy rains;
a cottage beside Little Current;
travels along gravel roads
on dusty trails of history;
and fishing, tarred boat carrying
us into the bay, small mouth
bass servings never to
be forgotten.
Ah memories, the past a
tray of remembrance.
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