Well, here I am on day 14. I have to admit it’s getting a bit tough. But I’m determined to stick it out till the end of the month. If anybody wants to throw any themes my way for future poems feel free.
Daily Fly Fishing Poem #14: The Drift
Sometimes the perfect cast, brings up a trout
as thick around as your leg,
with black spots the size of thumb ends,
and the fish tips up and drifts downstream,
watching, waiting, inspecting,
you say to him quietly “Take it, take it.”
You hold your breath, and reach
downstream as far as you can,
to extend the drift and
you know it can’t last much longer…
Casting Around 
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