Well for some reason I find myself in a poetic mood, (and I know the public is clamoring for more fly fishing poetry). So I’ve decided to embark on a Daily Fly Fishing Poem everyday for a month. I know I should start on the first of the month, but I didn’t think of it till today, so there you have it.
Well, today it’s just a short one that I’ve had bouncing around in my head for a while.
Poem #1: When She Wakes
The stream lies sleeping, curled on her side,
a siesta in the hot mid-day. I know
what secrets might be whispered
when she wakes, and her dreams
wake with her, so I wait.