The Fly Fishermen


The beauty that few get to explore.
The streams that flow,
It screams to me.
It tells me that I belong.

As the line weaves though the air,
It snaps and pops.
Then it lands on the water everything is still.
Nothing makes the slightest noise,
Not a peep, nor even a squeak.

Then with a sudden splash,
The water comes to life.
As fish takes off up stream,
The fishermen sets the hook.
The fight is on.

Then all slowly fades into the,
Voice that of his dads.
He tells the son to get up,
For the adventures gust begun.

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