Goldfinch60

Fishing Again.

There I was fishing rod in hand.

As soon as I had picked up

I was in another place,

Back so many years to that time

When fishing was part of me.

I pulled the line through the rod,

It was as if I hadn’t stopped,

Stopped so many years ago.

I cast the fly line,

Backwards, forwards, backwards, forwards

As I used to back in the day.

The rhythm was still there,

I could still do it,

I could still hit the spot,

The spot where I would see the trout.

It was then decided,

I will go fishing again,

Only this time it will be on water,

Not on a green grassed field!