Maine Fish Camp


The call of the loon awakens me
I slip out of my bunk and stretch
The cool Maine morning air tightens my skin
My day begins

I step from my cabin
And gaze across Long Pond
The landscape blurred by ascending fog
The water still

A creaky screen door, the only sound
The smell of bacon in the air
I head to the lodge
In search of coffee

The fireplace invites me to sit
I read the morning paper
The camp dog sleeps beside me
I am relaxed

Castle Island is waking up
More guests come in
Morning solitude gives way to conversation
Enthusiastic of the day ahead

Fishing stories are discussed
John cooks breakfast to order
Rhonda serves everyone with a smile
We all forget our own lives for a while

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