Monday, July 12, 2010
I dream a dream
I dream a dream of when the Lake is once again free of oil slicks and raging internal combustion engines. I dream of when the smelly churning engines that fowl the waters and create wakes that cripple sail boats and swimmers and those who canoe like the natives who once fished these waters are no longer present. I hope I live to see the day when only small angler's boats with 10 horse engines ply these waters and sail boats are king again of this magnificent Lake I grew up on and love so dear. It's been a dream of mine since I was a small child in Wahmeda that the roar would be silenced and only the sound of the wind would be heard on the water. May I live long enough to see it come to pass.