I've posted some pictures from my latest fly fishing trip.
The weather is supposed to turn more like winter this week.
I'm glad I was able to get out and enjoy a great Fall day.
Check out the pictures on my fly fishing blog:
www.troutseeker.blogspot.com
The writings and musings of a wanderer and wonderer. "The world punishes us for taking it too seriously as well as for not taking it seriously enough." ---JOHN UPDIKE
All content © Robert Williamson
All content © Robert Williamson
Monday, October 22, 2012
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Good Timber
I've always liked this poem by Douglas Malloch.
"The tree that never had to fight
For sun and sky and air and light,
But stood out in the open plain
And always got its share of rain,
Never became a forest king
But lived and died a scrubby thing.
The man who never had to toil
To gain and farm his patch of soil,
Who never had to win his share
Of sun and sky and light and air,
Never became a manly man
But lived and died as he began.
Good timber does not grow with ease:
The stronger wind, the stronger trees;
The farther sky, the greater length;
The more the storm, the more the strength.
By sun and cold, by rain and snow,
In trees and men good timbers grow.
Where thickest lies the forest growth,
We find the patriarchs of both,
And they hold counsel with the stars
Whose broken branches show the scars
Of many winds and much of strife.
This is the common law of life."
My dad turned 80 years old this past week. He's an amazing man. He's a manly man. He's been the strong tree in my life, a forest king, good timber. Though a little worn with age with branches that show scars, he holds counsel with the stars, and I do, and always will look up to him.
"The tree that never had to fight
For sun and sky and air and light,
But stood out in the open plain
And always got its share of rain,
Never became a forest king
But lived and died a scrubby thing.
The man who never had to toil
To gain and farm his patch of soil,
Who never had to win his share
Of sun and sky and light and air,
Never became a manly man
But lived and died as he began.
Good timber does not grow with ease:
The stronger wind, the stronger trees;
The farther sky, the greater length;
The more the storm, the more the strength.
By sun and cold, by rain and snow,
In trees and men good timbers grow.
Where thickest lies the forest growth,
We find the patriarchs of both,
And they hold counsel with the stars
Whose broken branches show the scars
Of many winds and much of strife.
This is the common law of life."
My dad turned 80 years old this past week. He's an amazing man. He's a manly man. He's been the strong tree in my life, a forest king, good timber. Though a little worn with age with branches that show scars, he holds counsel with the stars, and I do, and always will look up to him.
Monday, October 1, 2012
Added Some Pictures to my Fly Fishing Blog
Here's a link to my fly fishing blog:
www.troutseeker.blogspot.com
www.troutseeker.blogspot.com
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