02-07-2019, 09:00 PM
This is my twitchy time of year, where I really get the bug to get on my tube again. Map-hounding increases, plans for the bigger trips of summer get hashed out, and cabin fever reigns supreme.
I wrote a little something about it a few years back:
Old Man Winter
A shadow looms above us,
Through branches thin and bare.
His name is Old Man Winter,
His curse is everywhere.
Release your frozen, icy grip,
On the lakes we hold so dear.
We're through with all your holidays,
We’ve had our Christmas cheer.
Now we're left to wait it out,
And slowly pass our time.
As cabin fever sinks its teeth,
Into our troubled minds.
When thoughts of springtime blossoms,
Throughout our dreams prevail,
The passing of these frigid months,
Will surely serve us well.
So leave us, Old Man Winter,
Free us of this woe.
For when you've made way for the spring,
A fishing, we will go.
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I wrote a little something about it a few years back:
Old Man Winter
A shadow looms above us,
Through branches thin and bare.
His name is Old Man Winter,
His curse is everywhere.
Release your frozen, icy grip,
On the lakes we hold so dear.
We're through with all your holidays,
We’ve had our Christmas cheer.
Now we're left to wait it out,
And slowly pass our time.
As cabin fever sinks its teeth,
Into our troubled minds.
When thoughts of springtime blossoms,
Throughout our dreams prevail,
The passing of these frigid months,
Will surely serve us well.
So leave us, Old Man Winter,
Free us of this woe.
For when you've made way for the spring,
A fishing, we will go.
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