With apologies to Mr. Burns
The trout in yonder wimpling burn
That glides, a silver dart,
And, safe beneath the shady thorn,
Defies the angler’s art...
-Robert Burns, Now Spring Has Clad
But proper cadence of the hook
Through weeds from deep to beach,
The trout takes leave of shady nook
For my egg sucking leech.
-The Mad Fishicist, The Angler's Reply
posted by The Mad Fishicist | 7:08 PM
7 Comments:
I wanted to thank you for awakaning my hunger and passion for my family that had long been asleep. It is so easey to loose focouse on what really matters in this world in which we live. My beautiful daughters being only 6 and 7 makes it hard to believe I look at them and wonder where the years have gone. So as I type with moist eyes I give thanks.
I was in search of fish, but walk away with a creel filled with so much more-JR
JR-
Humbled by your comment. I always wondered why I do this. Now I don't have to.
Thanks
MAD
I love your poem TMF. If only Mr. Burns could be here now.
JR- Isn't it amazing how something that seems so small can change us so drastically? I know I need to refocus now and then. It's nice that your passion is reawakened. God Bless.
I guess I did'nt focus on my focouse! Oh well, I never really was one for writing.
great blog-JR
PS-I also enjoy the fishing
ah, the egg sucking leech. a work of art displayed in my office.
Lovely blog! I never thought of fishing as something very interesting or profound, but reading the poems and observations here have changed my mind. And what nice pictures to accompany them as well!
I am in awe TMF. Just yesterday I came across a certain 5th grader's first booklet of poetry. Uh-huh. Fish were present. It is so in your heart and soul, and it lifted me then, and lifts me now.
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