Angling

A graceful cast, the spinner flies
A little splash, the bubbles rise
Forevermore that shining thing
Can attract most anything.

Perhaps a small one, six feet under
But farther down, it is a wonder
Tiger musky, maybe pike
Living right behind the dike.
Or perhaps, the fly swims
Gliding as the winter dims.
Steelhead, salmon, maybe trout,
Will eat a fly, and thrash about,
Any fly, wet or dry,
The fish you are and you can spy
Upon a fly hook, well disguised
You may eat it, but aren’t advised.
This is angling-
Your line is tangling.
The fish that you once sought so far,
Has swum away with mouth ajar.
Maybe it’s time to choose a new way
to turn around, and walk from the bay.
No! That’s not the way that you go.
Persist, and it just goes to show,
Please try hard, and you will see,
Fun doesn’t only belong to me.
A graceful cast, the spinner flies,
A little splash, the bubbles rise,
Forevermore, that shining thing,
Can attract most anything.

 

- Aleksandar Nikolic-Houle

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