The Riches of Life: for my daddy R.I.P. *~*UntoucheD DreameR*~*   Author:  53541  Category:(Poetry) Created:(10/24/2003 3:08:00 PM) This post has been Viewed (397 times) The Riches of Life The world grows cold to my touch… As the midnight moon reviles my new world… Whispering winds run through the trees… With the smell of sweet pines filling the air… The flame from afar grows low… Two paths to take the waters grow eerie… As dark clouds cover the moonlight sky… Shivering howls from the coyote shill the air… The eerie waters grow violent… Where shall I go? To the right I go, to Bear Canyon… In the morning I begin the search… For now I rest my tired body… Warm air rushes past my cold, numb face… Opening my eyes to see the light blue sky… Filled with thunderheads as far as the eye can see… A ray of light reflecting off the waters shimmers in my face… My body shakes from hunger… I then turn to the lake and its inhabitants… For I am the only man to fish as well as I… And this I pass down to my children… The day spent a cheerful happiness… A beautiful sunset from the mogolollon rim… My body is well and full… For then I enter my rest… Watch over my loved one. -Misty My daddy loved to camp, fish and to over all be an outdoors kinda man.....i learned many charished things from that man of all men... You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or interesting stories for the world to read and respond to Click here Scroll all the way down to read replies. Show all stories by   Author:  53541 ( Click here ) Spring is coming