Fly Fishing "Where Angels Sing" - November 2006
A glorious morning and birds take to wing
Where clouds begin parting and Angels often sing
Where fly rods flex and reels sing with lines tight
Where rainbows can be touched and radiate light
And bamboo dances with graceful delight
Where smiles on faces beam naturally bright
And majestic trout excitedly fight
With sun overhead powerful and bright
Nothing loses sight
Including the fly fisher
And the fish we fight
All fish are released
So their day will not end
To return next year larger to play with a friend
Both rainbows
And browns
Stunning and dazzling like royal jeweled crowns
Will swiftly evaporate potential for frowns
Experiences on stream are worth more than gold
Deeply strengthening body and soul
Sunset appears, and power lines remind me, I haven't gone to heaven, I'm alive as I'll ever be
By Graham Owen - Likely my one and only attempt at poetry...
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