runs over boulders,
spills and spumes
into deep green pools
or into cutbanks
exposing roots
hiding rainbow trout
beneath a dogwood’s
white blooming
I can’t let go.
Overgrown, no room
for a kid to cast
a deer hair fly—
fresh flow of time
behind me now
I go there yet
without thinking,
without yearning,
with nothing more
than feeling
the untamed current
still run through me.
drycrikjournal 
Me too!!!Sent from my iPad
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Thought you might enjoy this. John Dofflemyer lives in Three Rivers, and is one of only two liberal ranchers we know…..the other being Gloria Fiscalini here in Cambria. His poems, sent very sporadically, are always thought-provoking and sometimes undecipherable by me. Hugs,Sue Hartzell
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If “liberal” means open to positive philosophies that might be beneficial to humanity, that’s me.
Thanks Sue!
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