Thursday, September 30, 2010

Fishing the Creek.




I used to take a short cane pole
and head out for the creek
where tannin colored water ran
like iced tea over white soft sand.
It pooled in bends or near felled
trees in deep black holes where
fishes hid.

With weight and hook
and wiggling worm
I’d drop my line and watch the
bobbing bobber disappear
when fish would bite
and take their flight to
wrap my line around some
hidden snag.

Dennis Price

4 comments:

  1. What a lovely picture, makes me want to
    sit on a lawn chair part way out and just
    watch the water flow by, listen to the
    birds, and maybe read my favorite magazine.
    Thanks...

    Karen

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  2. "where tannin colored water ran
    like iced tea over white soft sand"

    Excellent imagery. I've known those creeks.

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  3. I think you will like the "new place" up in the hills. Brent W

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  4. I'm sure I will. Have you been up lately?

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