LAMENT FOR THE BROWN TROUT

I've had many a dream,

About fishes in the stream

And the illustrious ways to catch,

But of all the ways

I could pass the day,

I'd rather be matchin the hatch

A well presented fly,

A homebrew that I tied,

A Quill Gordon Dry, size #14

An uneventful drift

Lost in a momentary bliss,

Could there be some drag, unseen?

Suddenly, just then

My rod took a slight bend

All slack tightening quickly through the eyes,

but before I could scream, "Fish On"  indeed,

The angry trout exuberated all of its might,

Hastingly breaking my line

That was attached to the fly

And away my hostage took flight,

Gracefully swimming away

To fight another day,

Another one I almost caught,

But not quite....

By Craig Miller