A letter and poem for the River by Al Demroske

...Thanks to you, as per our conversation the other day I have been bugged with one of those damned poetry moments, and here is the result, for better or worse. Is it worth considering?

I Fish from the Bank,

an old man of 80 plus years,
sitting on the bank of the St. Mary's River,
fishing and soaking up the warmth of the spring sun.

Along comes a university student,
also intent on fishing,
and a conversation begins,
"Of Mice and Men," or whatever.

The River smiles contently,
as it does what is has always done:
Connecting the generations.