Fly Fishing -
Where Angels Sing
A glorious morning and birds take to wing
where clouds begin parting and Angels often sing
where
fly rods bend and reels sing with lines
tight
where rainbows can be touched and radiate light
and bamboo dances with graceful delight
where smiles on participants beam naturally bright
and majestic trout excitedly fight.
With sun overhead powerful and bright
nothing loses sight
including the fly fisher
and the fish we fight.
All fish are released
so their day will not end
to return next year larger to play with a
friend
both rainbows
and browns
stunning and dazzling like royal jeweled crowns
will swiftly evaporate any potential for frowns.
Experiences on stream are worth more than
gold
deeply strengthening both body and soul.
Sunset appears, and power lines remind me,
I haven't gone to heaven, I'm alive as I'll ever be.
By Graham Owen
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