2 Miles and Lots of Dusty (2nd version)

The country road we

biked on brought us to our

own fishing bridge --

asphalt later taking the fun

from skidding wheels

on loose rock – not many

cars on the road those days

more for the rich folks

and journeys continued

until one of our pals was hit

by one coming like an

eagle focused on his prey.

At the funeral we promised

the next big trout would

be in his honour. And we

did remember to do so.