Hello Folks! Well today I have something slightly different for you. For various reasons, including my sons birthday, my regular fiction Saturday needs a change. There is not an episode of The Man in the Hazy Suit today.
But, in order to not fill you up with crap or something that doesn’t have any heart, I have dug out one of my favorite poems. I wrote this poem a few years ago and it is still one of my favorite things that I have ever written. Please enjoy.
Who casts his fly upon the waters,
A patient Man is he.
Waiting through storms, the winds,
While wading in the Stream.
Who casts his fly upon the waters,
Is hoping for a dream,
A Rise, a Strike, a Fighting Fish
Taken from the Stream.
Who casts his fly upon the waters,
Imitation is his aim,
As he strives for natural perfection,
To ever cast, and play the game.
Who casts his fly upon the waters,
And waits for fish to rise,
Will toil countless hours away,
Under natures azure skies.
Who casts his fly upon the waters,
And wonders what it means,
Will solve what ails, his truth prevail,
Walking further up the Stream.
Who casts his fly upon the waters,
In harmony is he,
The Land, the Brook, the Man, the Fish,
Content to just let be.
Who casts his fly upon the waters,
And reels in trophy fish,
Releases same, to swim again,
Knowing all is worth the risk.
Who casts his fly upon the waters,
A patient Man is he.
Waiting through storms, the winds,
While wading in the Stream.
Have a great weekend everyone!
-Justin
