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.

-Unknown

- Ride North

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