Fishing for Rainbow Trout
By Robert Hilton
Its evening,
and the forest is alive with praise.
I can see
down the river;
chaff of old Dandelions floating in the air.
The sunsets, unfolding off the granite boulders,
pine trees swaying with the breeze.
The sound of the white water
twists and churns;
engulfing around me,
and from far away the river roars like a lion
I look towards the sandbars behind rocks in the rapids
The stillness resides,
and for a brief moment you can see the outline of a fish
And then it disappears
“Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after.”
~Henry David Thoreau
By Robert Hilton
Its evening,
and the forest is alive with praise.
I can see
down the river;
chaff of old Dandelions floating in the air.
The sunsets, unfolding off the granite boulders,
pine trees swaying with the breeze.
The sound of the white water
twists and churns;
engulfing around me,
and from far away the river roars like a lion
I look towards the sandbars behind rocks in the rapids
The stillness resides,
and for a brief moment you can see the outline of a fish
And then it disappears
“Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after.”
~Henry David Thoreau
Beautiful.....
ReplyDeleteFishing for peace....
this is what my dad does out on the lake, the waves shifting the boat gently and when i can i join him, sitting in the sunlight, my line idly resting as i rock in memories light ...
ReplyDeletethank you for sharing this beautiful poem and photo :)
Love it..!
ReplyDeleteI used to sit on the river bank with my uncle, and watch for hours while he fished.