I'm not sure if this is the right place to post this, but in a quiet moment yesterday evening i wrote the following poem, hope you like it...

With old cane rod and Orvis reel, I take a dry fly from my creel,
and as I walk along the brook, between long reeds I watch and look,
then gazing down to waters glare, circled ripples attract my stare,
hurriedly I prepare to cast, heart rate pounding, pumping fast.

False cast, false cast, line released, through the air to feeding beast,
fly lands gently beyond its quarry, and glides downstream in no great hurry,
with bated breath I mend my cast, then watch my mayfly floating past,
as the fly completes it's drift, I breathe again and start to lift.

When suddenly to my surprise, the lift provokes a trout to rise,
and as the hook sets in its mouth, the fish goes wild and heads off south,
with line now stripping from my reel, I release an almost childlike squeal,
then finally, my battle won, I return the trout from whence it come...

Tight lines,, Marc.

I LIKE IT Marc,

Looks like you'll take my place as the forum Welsh Bard!

Smashing verse, Clean concise and very apt.

Please write another.

M

Nice "flying" rhythm, Marc.
Reading it is like standing beside you and seeing it happen...

Keep at it
Johan

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Johan Janssens

glad you liked it guys and just for you Mostyn, i wrote another...

A warm summers evening, a cool running stream,
a kingfisher on a branch, minnows in a team.
overhead a buzzard calls, a water vole swims by,
insects flutter all around, dancing in the sky.

On the water, olive duns, raise their sail like wings,
a sky lark climbs into the sky, and merrily it sings.
How am I surrounded by a nature lovers wish?
it's because I took a little time, and taught myself to fish..

EXACTLY!

Thanks Marc.

Another beautiful ode to the fly angler; dreaming of a stream, that's anchored deep in the passion of his soul; and within the memories of his subconscious mind, ever longing to return once more, to that stream in the passion of his soul.

Love poems, they have a lyrical movement when read!

M

Marc, they are both belters mate, well done.
I love poetry that rhymes, brilliant, they really are.
S.

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"A glint of sun has warmed the air,The flies will soon hatch out, To lure and tempt from their deep lair, The bonnie speckled trout." SKB tackle supporter. I love Furled Leaders.

Two nice pieces of work Marc, well done.

In fact, I think they deserve to be appreciated by a wider audience. Can I suggest that you send them to Keith Arthur for inclusion on his 'Fisherman's Blues' programme on Talksport? ( 0600-0800 Sat/Sun ).
Keith always starts the show with a poem submitted by a listener, and as these are more often than not coarse-themed, it would make a nice change to hear the joys of our branch of the sport extolled. And KA's also a keen fly angler himself, so I'm sure he'd enjoy them.

Best regards, Castaline.

Thanks again for your kind words guys,, much appreciated..

Ach but sorry man, that's not poetry it's doggerel. The images are naive and the metre is clumsy and uneven.

Now if you want real fishing verse you can't beat our own Faanie van Royen.

Hi Debs,

Welcome to the forum! How about posting some of your poetry? or something from Fanny van-Royen! maybe a Rhyme to stir the passion of any Human Heart!

M