Thursday, January 21, 2010

Thaw

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."

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