Friday, August 21, 2015

When I grow up…

Lord – let me never settle down –
Through failing riches and renown,
Ever keep alive in me
That gasping curiosity
That keeps me young, and all aglow
To see, to feel, to hear to know –
Though fate should smile on me or frown –
Lord – let me never settle down.

- Ride North

Holbrook, Tenney. From the Log of a Trout Fisherman. New York: Independent, 1949. Print.