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FISHING IN PARADISE - JAMES HOWARD SHORT
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One of my father-in-law, James' favorite past times was hunting and fishing, but more fishing. Some of his favorite memories were times he spent with the family camping and fishing. Once they left the mountains of California and Arizona he was not really able to hunt, but he did continue to fish as often as he could. He looked forward to the time he would be retired and could fish all the time, but once he did he seldom left his wife's side.
It was his final request that he be cremated and his ashes be scattered over his favorite lake. The family gladly honored his wishes. Several years later when his loving wife Annette passed it was also her request to be cremated and have her ashes scattered at the same lake. I looked for a fitting poem of a fisherman in heaven because I know if that is possible my father-in-law will be fishing every day.
Jill Eisnaugle's has given me permission to use her beautiful poem. Thank you Jill, it means so much to all of our family to be able to share this poem. For you Dad, keeping fishing in Paradise.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~* Heaven's Fishing Hole
By Jill Eisnaugle
For years, the riverbank was where
Your soul felt most at peace
Your heart was most content when there
With the fish and the geese
But then, your spirit came to rest
Where angels chose to roam
And once equipped with ten pound test
You made yourself at home.
The sky became your deep blue sea
The clouds became your shore
And there, for all eternity
You sat with friends galore
Each angel was a fisherman
Who had traded his pole
For golden wings and a game plan
At Heaven's Fishing Hole.
The tales you told about each catch
Its stature and its girth
Will live in memories unmatched
As days pass here on earth
Until we meet again, one day
Upon God's golden sand
We'll picture you, no other way
Than with a pole in hand.
© 2006 – Jill Eisnaugle's Poetry Collection
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God give me strength to catch a fish,
So big that even I,
When telling of it afterwards,
I will have no need to lie.
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FISHING IN PARADISE - JAMES HOWARD SHORT
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One of my father-in-law, James' favorite past times was hunting and fishing, but more fishing. Some of his favorite memories were times he spent with the family camping and fishing. Once they left the mountains of California and Arizona he was not really able to hunt, but he did continue to fish as often as he could. He looked forward to the time he would be retired and could fish all the time, but once he did he seldom left his wife's side.
It was his final request that he be cremated and his ashes be scattered over his favorite lake. The family gladly honored his wishes. Several years later when his loving wife Annette passed it was also her request to be cremated and have her ashes scattered at the same lake. I looked for a fitting poem of a fisherman in heaven because I know if that is possible my father-in-law will be fishing every day.
Jill Eisnaugle's has given me permission to use her beautiful poem. Thank you Jill, it means so much to all of our family to be able to share this poem. For you Dad, keeping fishing in Paradise.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~* Heaven's Fishing Hole
By Jill Eisnaugle
For years, the riverbank was where
Your soul felt most at peace
Your heart was most content when there
With the fish and the geese
But then, your spirit came to rest
Where angels chose to roam
And once equipped with ten pound test
You made yourself at home.
The sky became your deep blue sea
The clouds became your shore
And there, for all eternity
You sat with friends galore
Each angel was a fisherman
Who had traded his pole
For golden wings and a game plan
At Heaven's Fishing Hole.
The tales you told about each catch
Its stature and its girth
Will live in memories unmatched
As days pass here on earth
Until we meet again, one day
Upon God's golden sand
We'll picture you, no other way
Than with a pole in hand.
© 2006 – Jill Eisnaugle's Poetry Collection
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God give me strength to catch a fish,
So big that even I,
When telling of it afterwards,
I will have no need to lie.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
<*)))>< <*)))>< <*)))>< <*)))>< <*)))><
FISHING IN PARADISE - JAMES HOWARD SHORT
<*)))>< <*)))>< <*)))>< <*)))>< <*)))><
One of my father-in-law, James' favorite past times was hunting and fishing, but more fishing. Some of his favorite memories were times he spent with the family camping and fishing. Once they left the mountains of California and Arizona he was not really able to hunt, but he did continue to fish as often as he could. He looked forward to the time he would be retired and could fish all the time, but once he did he seldom left his wife's side.
It was his final request that he be cremated and his ashes be scattered over his favorite lake. The family gladly honored his wishes. Several years later when his loving wife Annette passed it was also her request to be cremated and have her ashes scattered at the same lake. I looked for a fitting poem of a fisherman in heaven because I know if that is possible my father-in-law will be fishing every day.
Jill Eisnaugle's has given me permission to use her beautiful poem. Thank you Jill, it means so much to all of our family to be able to share this poem. For you Dad, keeping fishing in Paradise.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~* Heaven's Fishing Hole
By Jill Eisnaugle
For years, the riverbank was where
Your soul felt most at peace
Your heart was most content when there
With the fish and the geese
But then, your spirit came to rest
Where angels chose to roam
And once equipped with ten pound test
You made yourself at home.
The sky became your deep blue sea
The clouds became your shore
And there, for all eternity
You sat with friends galore
Each angel was a fisherman
Who had traded his pole
For golden wings and a game plan
At Heaven's Fishing Hole.
The tales you told about each catch
Its stature and its girth
Will live in memories unmatched
As days pass here on earth
Until we meet again, one day
Upon God's golden sand
We'll picture you, no other way
Than with a pole in hand.
© 2006 – Jill Eisnaugle's Poetry Collection
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God give me strength to catch a fish,
So big that even I,
When telling of it afterwards,
I will have no need to lie.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
FISHING IN PARADISE - JAMES HOWARD SHORT
<*)))>< <*)))>< <*)))>< <*)))>< <*)))><
One of my father-in-law, James' favorite past times was hunting and fishing, but more fishing. Some of his favorite memories were times he spent with the family camping and fishing. Once they left the mountains of California and Arizona he was not really able to hunt, but he did continue to fish as often as he could. He looked forward to the time he would be retired and could fish all the time, but once he did he seldom left his wife's side.
It was his final request that he be cremated and his ashes be scattered over his favorite lake. The family gladly honored his wishes. Several years later when his loving wife Annette passed it was also her request to be cremated and have her ashes scattered at the same lake. I looked for a fitting poem of a fisherman in heaven because I know if that is possible my father-in-law will be fishing every day.
Jill Eisnaugle's has given me permission to use her beautiful poem. Thank you Jill, it means so much to all of our family to be able to share this poem. For you Dad, keeping fishing in Paradise.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~* Heaven's Fishing Hole
By Jill Eisnaugle
For years, the riverbank was where
Your soul felt most at peace
Your heart was most content when there
With the fish and the geese
But then, your spirit came to rest
Where angels chose to roam
And once equipped with ten pound test
You made yourself at home.
The sky became your deep blue sea
The clouds became your shore
And there, for all eternity
You sat with friends galore
Each angel was a fisherman
Who had traded his pole
For golden wings and a game plan
At Heaven's Fishing Hole.
The tales you told about each catch
Its stature and its girth
Will live in memories unmatched
As days pass here on earth
Until we meet again, one day
Upon God's golden sand
We'll picture you, no other way
Than with a pole in hand.
© 2006 – Jill Eisnaugle's Poetry Collection
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God give me strength to catch a fish,
So big that even I,
When telling of it afterwards,
I will have no need to lie.
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