Thread: Your Own Poetry
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Old September 21st, 2001, 03:35 PM   #20
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Morning Memories

Grey dawn stream flows quietly by,
reflecting now the awakening sky.
Slowly stepping. Scurrying moss.
Squinting searching amid mornings frost.
Leader leading, tippet gracefully falls.
Fly sinking slowly with irresistible call.

Rippled water on wadered thigh.
Graceful flight unaware of the sigh
now passing dry lips cold with wind.
A quiver of tail and bright flash of fin.

Staccato rhythm, now sparking the eye.
Line stretching taut from backing to fly.
Reel sings soprano, spinning the sound.
'Tis the creature below, fighting but found.
Splashing excitement, hands pale and wet.
Beautiful rainbow dancing in net.
Being kind is more important than being right...
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