Spirit Springs, in memory of Lefty Kreh
‘Spirit Springs’ you muttered in your last days;
‘Spirit Springs’ were your last breaths;
What is it? Where is that? they asked.
‘Fishing heaven’ you replied.
A nirvana, where angling’s greats would go.
After ninety-three years you were ready;
A lifetime of leading the way;
Now in Spirit Springs you can tie and cast,
Fly-fishing for an eternity.
Spirit Springs is what you left us forever more.