Threads Of Gold
Up and down and all around,
Stories of this lake abound.
Tall tales of youth and friendships strong,
That stood the test of time along,
Dirt roads, backyards, small towns were shared,
Hard work, hard fun, in mountain air.
These stories born of times they had,
Girlfriends, wood camps, the good and bad,
Lake families bond from way back when
The 40s, 50s, summers sans end.
Sharing love and laughs and tears,
Retelling stories year to year,
Fellowship, community,
Like threads of gold, stitch solidly.
Words flow like ink upon a page,
Of memories cherished,
And memories, saved.
Those tales get better with each telling. Thank you, Annette Pisano-Higley.
You are so welcome Jim. Yes, they weave the tapestry of our lives. Thanks for your good words!