Gardener at Heart - Book One

Chat With A Fly Fisherman (Narrow-Leaf Paintbrush, Orthocarpus attenuatus)


My bigger brothers love to paint;

With two-three colors they’ll create

A scene that could have brought Monet to give them lilies up.


But I’m a fisherman myself;

When spring is high there’s nothing else

I’d rather do than cast my twelve-foot leader on the breeze.


My rod is lean, my tackle light;

Up close my fly’s a marvelous sight:

I always tie the hackle white with eye-beads tilting up.


I cast a forward rolling loop—

At last my quarry stalls and stoops—

If only I can set the hook I’ll bring you to your knees.


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