the quiet serenity
the crying loon
the mirrored pond
dusk coming to soon
the gentle swish
the flick of the wrist
barely rippling the water
searching for the elusive fish
lights flicker in the cabin
guitars echo the night
the loon's singing melody
as it takes to flight
no luck this time
tomorrow is another day
pack up my gear
and be on my way
a cold beer waiting
a guitar in my hand
friends and family present
I am one happy man
