mastercraftsman

Sure was chilly on Mountain Island Lake this morning. Bald dude with a green Ranger nearly hooked me in the face with his back cast. There was a reason I was saying "Coming up behind you!" as I trolled out of the back of a cove. He was an inexperienced fly fisherman I could tell so I had my guard up anyway. Probably scared him more than me when he saw what he did. I just shook my head and sped off.
So I've just about read all the profiles/journals of the SGs. That's a lot of time involved there. So I thought I'd post a poem again (trying to show off the old sensitive side). I used to go to sea and had no girlfriend or family waiting for me. I'd be out for months sometimes. The homecomings were always a happy affair, hugs and kisses and all. Me not so much. So I was probably insane when I invented a girlfriend in my head. This imaginary girl waited for me, and I wrote to her alot. I wrote this once:
BED OF ROSES
Restlessness grows
And your face I can see
In my sleep I compose
And dream, of the girl I chose
In this dream I can see
A beacon That beckons
From across the sea

In my dreams I find
A color that's so deep
So fragrant in my mind
That it's hard to sleep
All I want to do
And all I want to be
Is as special to you
As you are to me
My distant heart beats
Much stronger than before
What once were major feats
Now are simple chores
Your twinkling eye
And passionate voice
Make me venture, and try
Add faith to a choice
You're the best thing that's happened
To a dreamer like me
I'm weary and hardened
Yet humming like a bee
It's you that I miss
And I wish you were near
With feelings like this
I've nothing to fear
My darling you're the source
Of honor in my world
Naturally perfect of course
Like a newborn rose unfurled
I guess I'll go on dreaming
And hope my dreams come true
For it's so redeeming
To know you love me too

I'm just on a bed of roses
Anxious as the morning dew
It's bed where one just dozes
For the thorns are all here too