The Zen of Fly Fishing in Winter

Tom from Maine By Tom from Maine, 13th Mar 2015 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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Why do these summaries have to be so long? This is longer than the poem. Why do I have to add a "section"? What is a section? can I close it? Now what do I do with my poem?

Fly Free

Fly Free

First fly of the season
Cast on a new spring day.
Tied without rhyme or reason
Over winter, sun far away.

The river wasn’t waiting
The fish didn’t really care
But for me this day was important
I knew I had to be there.

Sometimes we curse the darkness,
Often we curse the snow
But winter is a time for reflection
On those things that make the river flow.

You can’t break through the surface
When the ice is two feet thick
But soon you will find the water
Now cast your fly, do it quick.

We all face frozen places
In nature, at work, and in love
Patience and kindness melt hearts and ice
If you ask, seek, knock above.

Tom Crowley
written at the VA Hospital, Chelsea, Maine - VA Togus, 3/12/15

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author avatar Utah Jay
14th Mar 2015 (#)

I liked this. I see the talent.

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