The Fishing Hole
memories of sun filled afternoons,
and childhood adventures,
always with a brother or friend,
the fear of snakes so very strong,
until thrown into a barn,
the door locked,
and my father chuckled,
"deal with them,
you will one day thank me,"
he was so right,
for it was soon discovered,
the joy of time spent alone,
at the fishing hole,
a treasure,
priceless beyond words .
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