August 16th, 1999 | |||
It is the oboe of a loon blowing on the lake It is the bass of a frog croaking on the pond It is the cymbal of a brook trout rising and splashing in the water, After the violins of a may fly hatch. It is music once heard, becomes life energy. It is the fly line swishing in the air that pumps new blood into your life.
It is the union of the musician (YOU) and the maestro (GOD) in his solemn
church. ~ Tony Grenier
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