The Fisherman

He`s up early
a gleam in his eyes
no surprise
with his tackle box
full of trout flies

He`s waited all year
for only one reason
opening day
of fly fishing season

Waders on
He silently
glides down the stream
a trophy trout
is his dream

Eyes like a hawk
He begins to stalk
His prey
oh how
He has waited
for opening day

Methodically casting
to
a count of three
Polaroids on
so He can plainly see

as the fly sits down
and taunts the fish
He sees a big trout
and
makes a fisherman`s wish

Fly disappears
beneath waters clear
loosing a big trout
is every fisherman`s fear

big trout
takes the fly
and leaps to sky
over
and over
again
the fight is about to begin

Which one will succeed
fish or man
each doing
the best they can

as
He begins
to gain ground
only noise to be found
is the rapid beat
of His heart

Yet deep down inside
His heart
guess
HE knew from the start
He would let big fish remain free

Still
it`s a thrill
fishing
can only fill

and
as He looks
at the magnificent surroundings
He thinks to himself
then
begins to say

Yes indeed
this was
a
Memorable day


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