Into the north wilderness, under a soupy cobalt sky,
overhead, a squadron of wayfaring geese easily fly.
The turkey strut, then run from my presence,
nature in full glory, the river Blue in her essence.
Flagging tails from a family of worried squirrel,
scampering to their tree house where they curl.
In the north wilderness, nature inviting to me,
offering the wonders of creation for eyes to see.
Casting a fly in hopes of a trout to vie,
Casting a fly in hopes of a trout to vie,
into the water, their home, their lie.
Through the water comes a silvery flash,
rainbow colors and bugger come to clash.
The season of autumn's harvest is at it's fullest,
The season of autumn's harvest is at it's fullest,
colors brown, gold, burnt orange at their brightest.
It's time to go now, short time well spent,
Thanks for the harmony to the heavens are sent.
It's time to go now, short time well spent,
Thanks for the harmony to the heavens are sent.