What It Is Going To Be Poem by Duane Botzek

When I am faced with difficult choice in making a decision, I will wondrously imagine "what it is going to be." I find myself thinking back to my childhood fishing with my Uncle Freddie, on summer days, on the banks of rivers and lakes and bridges on the Little Rock channel in central Minnesota. He was the one adult that took the time to listen to my question while he taught me how to fish. Taught me how to cast, how to focus on that line and bobber, how to wait, how to image what it is going to be and image what I could be one day and what that adventure would look like. Freddie was a great storyteller an artist in his own way.