Barefoot on Thin Ice HTML version

This is my song
of midlife crisis
in the northwoods.
And rebirth.
It sings
of the power of the lake
the eyes of the grackle
fallen trees
and the dances of children.
Silence and rage.
The ill-carved path
from war to peace to love.
I owe this work to my friends,
here between the covers.
Meet Claibie, Kris, Sam, Keith,
Mary, Marcia, Deb, Taimi,
and Malia the freckleface.
Plus Elvis the potbellied pig
who never quite understood Minnesota.
Above all,
I am dedicated to my love .
She is the lake,
the woods,
and my life.