Waterlines

Waterlines

She handed me Walden.

It's yours, so read it !

She smiled and sipped her ice tea.

A quiet corner in the Prairie Dog Inn was one place my mind opened.

Years have passed.

She went back to Sweden.

I went looking for lakes.

Names like Trout Lake,  Minnewanka,  Lesser Slave,

Whonnock, Stave and Emerald are only a few.

Too much water to drink at one time.

Back on the Forestry roads the lakes were the the best.

The lakes in the middle of nowhere with 

a locked gate made me wonder.

Finding a overgrown gravel road, 

as a secret place to park, was easy.

I never failed to find an old canoe hidden in the weeds.

When I was working the shake block claim 

I'd go there on hot summer days.

The best trout fishing you could ask for !

Royalty never had it so good.

When my fortune changed, I was sad only for a moment.

That lake, remaining nameless, is still a sanctuary for dreamers.