As time passes, what I'll remember...

Kismet

Kismet

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Are the dogs, the guns, the days, the boots, and the blades...I hope I can carry them with me.

But I won't, I know. At least in my memory, the images fade, the soft lapping of the little waves we call "days" wears away the remembrance of the satisfying fatigue of those times. I may be able to describe some of the events, but the intensity of the images, the magic of the points, the miracles of some shots, and the friendships of folks now gone...will pass. What will be left will be the old gun, the tarnished blade, and maybe, the boots that have carried me through so much.

I'm keeping the picture for those days.



And I'll smile softly.
 
What's also left are stories shared by those you have walked with passing on the tradition my friend...
 
Well put, friend:) You've passed an awful lot on to an awful lot of us. You cannot describe the Cantina without the kindness and the wisdom and the words of Kismet. Just like those old boots, you're a little warn, a little weathered (and stubborn as hell;)), but by God are you treasured. Broken in, not broken. Many comfortable miles left in them thar boots. Thanks.

Jake
 
Pretty much along the lines of what Jake said, but as time passes, we'll have the memory of you, which will also go the way of most memories. We'll save the picture so we can remember you, how you always seem to have something relevant to say (while I've cleared the 'Reply' box 5 times, and finally said ^&*()! it).

You still always remind me of Clifford Simak.
 
These posts are why I like this place. Especially when its so long between trips into the woods now. Thanks guys from a newbie.

Andy
 
A young man's a dreamer, an older man a schemer, but only when the fruit is fully ripened does a man become a true philosopher. Getting pretty ripe there Kis :foot: :rolleyes: :D

Luv ya man, but you still ain't getting my beer.:)

Sarge
 
Kismet said:
The dogs, the guns, the days, the boots, and the blades...I hope I can carry them with me.

But I won't, I know. At least in my memory, the images fade, the soft lapping of the little waves we call "days" wears away the remembrance of the satisfying fatigue of those days. I may be able to describe some of the events, but the intensity of the images, the magic of the points, the miracles of some shots, and the friendships of folks now gone...will pass. What will be left will be the old gun, the tarnished blade, and maybe, the boots that have carried me through so much.

I'm keeping the picture for those days.



And I'll smile softly.
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The paper shrivels and fades, the hard drives crash, e-files are corrupted.

I hope you've found a little kid to take along on your hunt.

Some things last.
 
Well put my friend. When I first stumbled into the Cantina, I sure didn't know what to expect. I would never have expected poetry. I mean really good poetry.:D And art.
 
Good inspiration Kismet, and beautifully stated. As a kind forumite once said to another just feeling his way, "You add so much to this place!"

Thanks very much.

Norm
 
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