The thaw is coming
It must be true
I'm hoping to find
That chrome and blue
The flowing river
The snowy hills
Just need some trout
To cure my ills
A writhing fish
Of cold tough steel
Thats enough
To get my fill
Once my bobber
Gets submerged
My mind and thoughts
Will soon be purged
Of all the thoughts
That fill my head
Then soon there's one:
It's "Steelhead."
Thursday, January 21, 2010
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