Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Thirsty

Deep in my chest a thirst grows for more days spent fly fishing.
I crave the streams and rivers home to the trout I love.
I long for snowy banks with kinetic waters keeping ice at bay.
Small tumbling brooks with pockets to be picked along the Eastern Mountain Range.
Hot Southern days on shady streams of the South.
Luscious limestone beds home to fat, rusting Driftless trout.
Wind swept, grassy plains where hoppers fall and beatis dance.
Rocky Mountain territory above and below the tree line where great writers hone their craft.
And all the waters I've read about feeling jealous of their bounty.
I long to be close to all the trout across this great country.



4 comments:

  1. David
    Excellent interpretation of what all of us fly fishermen are thinking!!!

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  2. "And all the waters I've read about feeling jealous of their bounty."
    -I really liked that.

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