After the sunset, Meara and Mellan just talked the day away. Meara was perfectly fine spending time by the lake. Listening to Mellan’s stories of granddad that have quickly gone by . Counseling the next generation of young men; brought tears to her eyes. Mellan opened up about his heartbreak. He can’t believe he unpacked such heavy burdens here; nor does he know how much more Meara can take. “I must admit Mellan, the sunsets are better in real life!” “Magazines can glorify; but it’s better seeing with your own eyes!” Mellan agrees; “it’s getting cold fast.” “Vermont’s winters are tough; but still a blast!” “Shall we head back?” “No; not really; she says; not so fast.” “I’m a bit hungry aren’t you?” “Well now that you mention it, I am.” “What would you like to do?” I think Meara and Mellan are off to a good start. I promise you this will end soon. Come back for the next part!
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GenXer Shamrocker ☘️ (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Vermont winters are definitely cold and sometimes they last a bit long too. True Vermonters know how to make the time pass! Here’s one more fact for you. Fact. Skiing in Vermont dates back to 1934 when the first rope tow, a contraption powered by model T Ford truck was set up on a slope at Clint Gilbert’s farm in Woodstock.” This info can be found online.
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I grew up in the cold and snow so I know what that’s about. I tuned back in for another chapter of the continuing saga.
Thank you for reading. Even if they’re boring to you.
Never assume what is not said and never put down your work if it is important to you that is all that counts others need to open their minds.
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