Old One Eye
No matter
What the season
Nor the time
Of day it be
And regardless
Of the
Weather even
Just be certain
All of ye
Old One Eye
Will be waiting
For a big toe or
A pinkie for his tea
Aye be sure
He might be waiting
Where ere the
Parrett eddies
And all\'us
Nigh on invisible
Gen green silk-weed
And em
Beds of smoothest
Well-worn gravel
Always facing
Upstream a’gen the flow
Old one eye
Lays in waiting
His saw-toothed gob
Wide open
Tho his tail be
Barely movin
Just waiting for
A fly or minnow
To pass near by
His nose
All of ten
Long summers
Growed he be
By far bigger’un
A farmers forearm
An then some son
He were
The sleekest an
Most longest
Wild brown trout
You ever see’d
No longer fraid
Of heron, crane
Fishin rod or tickle
Old one eye he
Do still wait
They say
In the warmest of
They angry
Perrott shallows ...