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FOR EVAN
We
are fly fishermen
Me and
my son
We
understand one another;
That
life’s just begun
We
know peace on the water
We
have trust and we share
The
hunt for the giant
In his
watery lair
We
are body and soul
Created as one
In the
pouring cold rain
In the
bright burning sun
We
think one and the same
About
things that are vast
Of a
future before us
Of
things that are past
We
both share a vision
Of
life filled with joy
We
strive for, we try for
This
man and this boy
To
achieve and to reach
That
Utopian peace
For
strife and life’s turmoil
Forever to cease
ROD JONES 4/3/96
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