fly fishing

I’m a Fisherman �" more specifically a Fly Fisherman

Standing in a stream up to the top of my waders by the side of the woods early in the morning

The sun has started it assent   - soon to crest the trees on the side of Blueberry creek

  The   morning mist is burning off.

 I will catch one before breakfast

 Or maybe not.  

 It does not matter much

 In the cold water with my pole in  hand

 it’s  enough for me

As

 I am a fly fisherman at heart

 Or I will be- when I start.

 

 

Reviews

[Tony Dincau]

I’m right there with you. You wrote nice and describe a peaceful place doing a peaceful. Let’s see some more - extend the story and dig deeper perhaps!

[GothGranny]

Hi! I can imagine the cold water and being up that early in the mist.Your poem takes me there. I went flounder fishing one time when I lived on Long Island, really loved it. Very vibrant poem.
Enjoyed reading such a peaceful write.