Dave and Rick used to sled under the fence
Leading to Ted's fishing camp in the wintertime,
When wolves staggered across the frozen lake
Outside my grandmother's bay window.
They cut through barbed wire fences in spring,
Intruding into empty cow fields
To catch frogs that sold at a quarter a bag
To the fishers and guides of Griffin's Cottages.
When summer came, they played cops and robbers
Out back on the steep hill behind the kitchen office
Rick rolled onto a hornet's nest
And Dave was surprised at how well
Rick could mimic being shot.
Rick and Dave grew up one day,
Started their own exuberant families
That they took bouncing down those dusty roads,
Taking the corners sharp around the fields of alfalfa.
We sit on our fathers' lap, yelling the words
To songs by Jimmy Buffet and the Beach Boys.
We speed out upon the water, spending
Hours under the hot sun fishing.
We catch bluegills and hammer handles,
Occasionally the champion bass.
Then we sit in the golden light of the cabin,
Playing Yahtzee and watching nature come alive around us.
As night falls around this old house,
We huddle around the smoky fire pit,
Listening as the loons call forlornly across the water.