Fly Fishing

Fly fishing on Palo Creek.

Fly Fishing

 

It begins without ceremony,
a few hours of twisting and tying,
until pretend insects appear inclined to fly.

 

You’ll make a dozen or more,
color and size matching appetites
of a species you search to know, but can‘t.

 

With a soldier’s proper pride
you’ll display these medals of honor,
pinned on hat and vest with barb-less hook.

 

Tomorrow’s first hint of light
will guide your steps to Palo Creek,
and you’ll float October Caddis’ on its task.

 

You’re a recurring presence,
noticed and tolerated by the locals;
they hide and peek, and ponder your oddity.

 

You crave the morning chill
and misty dances above the creek,
keeping rhythm with the bubbling symphony.

 

Life will never be better than this.

 

 ~ Ken Reetz

Author's Note

A chilly morning on Palo Creek. The local wildlife recognizes your trespass, but accepts you as a friendly intruder who is respectful of their home. Catch and release yields no tangible reward - the memory of it is enough.

Reviews

[joshua deathdealer]

I love fishing. I've never fly fished before but the imagery took me back to many great memories here on the Suwanee River. Well penned. Nicely done sir.

[Emily B]

no early morning breakfast on the banks of the creek . . . what a shame

beautiful poem

[Ruth]

Beautifully worded love, this led me to such places!
A wonderful write!
xx