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Misty morning mem’ries greet me
With tackle and my fishing pole –
And though you’re where you need to be,
I feel your loss within my soul.
We had the ideal circumstance
When work’s end whistle rang aloud,
And never did we miss a chance:
Two fishing friends with hopes unbowed.
‘Twas laughter and some timely tears,
We shared here in the red spruce shade...
Old age emerged from younger years,
Allies, we faced all unafraid.
But now you fish at heaven’s gate –
I know you're on Saint Peter’s scroll...
So save my spot, for winds of fate,
Will one day net this angler’s soul.
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Masterpiece Remastered
Contest Winner
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Author Notes
My Masterpiece foundation:
Invictus
By William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
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