tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29155086.post2797291076068899021..comments2024-02-02T02:50:07.300-08:00Comments on "The Quiet Pool": Miscellaneous Rants and ThoughtsShanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12894367520145795648noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29155086.post-16095072777799386712015-10-08T09:17:49.676-07:002015-10-08T09:17:49.676-07:00A Rise on Neversink
We head upstream past fallen ...A Rise on Neversink<br /><br />We head upstream past fallen Hemlocks,<br />Crawling recumbent through advancing grass.<br />Wetness prevails from the night before,<br />And the Groundhog shakes his head in disbelief.<br /><br />Sun perched on Doubletop Mountain,<br />Shown the rising Brown sip his prey.<br />I wait, another rise boils the riffle.<br />My eyes question when, Grandpa gives the nod.<br />The shooting line breaks the winds path,<br />Invisible leader curls resisting gravity.<br />The Skater finds its mark, spinning without authority,<br />Setting a course through the waters force.<br /><br />Emerald moss, dripping wet jewels, <br />Deepens the blue green pool,<br />Theodore Gordens reflection shown now,<br />He smiles, the breeze whispers "tight lines".<br /><br />Scrambling from my knees I find<br />The Brown makes his approach, only to show his back.<br />My heart pounds and only my gut tightens.<br />Disappointment whelms over, an encouraging nudge, prods from behind.<br /><br />Gordens voice once again calls,<br />Performed by the spruce needles murmur,<br />Patience s s s s s s <br />My hands begin to steady, premise clear.<br /><br />Double hauling as if my life depended.<br />As beautiful an object of lavish nature produces,<br />From underneath he assaults, Skater devoured, groping,<br />Grasped with bent snout, out maneuvering his prey.<br /><br />Tipet strained, whining fervent praise,<br />Moving for swift water, he surfaces briefly<br />Seeking the currents leverage.<br />He educates his pupil with magical ploy.<br /><br />A broken tippet hangs down in contempt, against the tender Payne,<br />The evening hatch finds sanctuary,<br />And only the Catskills angling legend lingers in the air.<br />This lesson complete, the boy dreams.<br /><br /> And Theodore awaits the morning encore.<br />-K.E.Carman<br />Kurt Carmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16035268136014438896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29155086.post-53912373982553722232009-05-01T09:06:00.000-07:002009-05-01T09:06:00.000-07:00"What I find puzzling is how some can write flower..."What I find puzzling is how some can write flowery prose about the joy of the outdoors as they walk along their own private piece of paradise but when action to preserve this beauty is required they are absent and nonchalant....go figure."<br /><br />Wisdom. I just learned this lesson too. Had to be at peace with it,or lose as friends the persons I respected that would not put forth 5 minutes of effort on behalf of the beauty they worshiped.<br /><br />Wisdom comes with age.<br />Too bad we get creaky and crusty too. Imagine what youth could do with wisdom...Erik Helmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00727530868264488710noreply@blogger.com