The 19th installment of September’s Daily Fly Fishing Poem experiment! This poem is based on a true story.
Daily Fly Fishing Poem #19: Getting Lost After a Day of Fishing
Bushwhacking as dark descended,
we almost didn’t find the road.
He shook his head, and smiled
a little I think, when we told him
where we started.
“20 Miles by truck” he said,
as we climbed into the bed,
of his red pick-up.
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brief shimmers turned inside-out,
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