Wednesday, 15 May 2013

Poetry and Fly Fishing

At the start of this year, I discovered that despite a strong dislike of poetry back in high school, I am now capable of writing it. Surprisingly enough, I actually enjoy it and have started writing quite regularly. I have finally finished writing one that sums up the importance of fly fishing to me, and possibly to a lot of others who are passionate about it too. Hope you all enjoy it, as I am sure it will not be the last one I post here.
I was going to wait until I had a title for this one before posting, but thought maybe I could ask you to post your ideas for a suitable title in the comments. Look forward to see what you come up with.


In cobalt depths, beyond the tide
On tepid currents they do ride
Leviathans lurk way down deep
Then rise to haunt him in his sleep
Any new place that he does roam
He makes a cast and feels at home
In mountain stream, or ocean blue
This is what he was born to do

So as he wades through crystal creeks
He wonders if it's fish he seeks
As gin clear waters run by fast
They cleanse his soul of sorrows past
Now as he walks across the sand
With fly rod ready in his hand
Moving shadows do catch his eye
Right now, happy this man could die



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