Adventures at Roberta Lake

(who says life ain’t funny?)

The funny light was rising

just over the Kettle Range.

Marveling at the morning

like it was prearranged.

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Adventures at Roberta Lake (who says life ain’t funny?) The funny light was rising just over the Kettle Range. Marveling at the morning like it was prearranged. With bait, rods and reels we trudge down the lake. Looked to be the day to catch a whopping big fish cake. Friends they were a plunking along that sandy shore. This gal she stepped a few feet to look and to explore. She threw her line way out and she settled in for fun. Behind her back the whopper hit, and put her on the run. Her pole flew through the air; no her legs could not compare. If flew so fast and out of hand went swimming without care. The gal she started praying as it sank down to the deep. But up jumps Pard with his quickest country leap. Expertise was all was needed to aid this damsel in distress, A fishing lure and gentle hand yes the gal is once more blessed. The rod is safe in hand and a sweet memory for another time, Yes A funny little morning to put right into rhyme. Linda LaRae Adsitt copyright1999