Early mornings,
Hugh and I
Would go Fishing in the creek.
The sun would bathe the place
In a gentle glow,
As if it had been drawn anew.
And we felt like we were
The only two people in it.
© Text Caro Ness 2016
Winslow Homer, Fishing, 1878
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