tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29155086.post5640746282864495353..comments2024-02-02T02:50:07.300-08:00Comments on "The Quiet Pool": Fly Fishing Poetry and QuotesShanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12894367520145795648noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29155086.post-82185441868907104782013-02-09T08:11:38.127-08:002013-02-09T08:11:38.127-08:00Spring Cleaning
A chill has set itself apart,
from...Spring Cleaning<br />A chill has set itself apart,<br />from ones for months you've fought.<br />You feel your heart skip a beat,<br />In the midst of what its sought. <br />The work, the bills, the overtime,<br />they seem so far away.<br />The will of men in suits and ties,<br />of no concern today. <br />There's a taste upon the breeze, <br />A smell upon the ground.<br />You pause to hear the stream ahead,<br />sing its lonesome sound. <br />Within your soul, there comes a change,<br />A blessed peace within.<br />The grime and grit of life gives way,<br />And your alive again. <br />Hopes and dreams of years gone by,<br />Fade like clearing skies<br />The moment is what matters now, <br />And if a trout will rise.<br />-Mark Binegar-<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16772192497960480486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29155086.post-10346458481140984072010-06-03T09:20:33.590-07:002010-06-03T09:20:33.590-07:00"...tis not a proud desire of mine; I ask for..."...tis not a proud desire of mine; I ask for nothing superfine; no heavy weight, no salmon great, to break the record or my line: Only an idle little stream whose amber waters softly gleam, where I may wade, through woodland shade, and cast the fly, and loaf and dream.<br /> Only a trout or two, to dart from foaming pools, and try my art: no more I'm wishing, old-fashioned fishing, and just a day on nature's heart." -- An Angler's Wish by Henry Van Dyke.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01453606986716915888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29155086.post-56991127596077452682009-05-07T09:30:00.000-07:002009-05-07T09:30:00.000-07:00The Yeats poem (first one) was beautiful and new t...The Yeats poem (first one) was beautiful and new to me. This is why I love your blog. Inspiration and beauty. The Sabatini quote rings true and supports some of the views both you and I share.<br /><br />Thank you for this!<br />ErikErik Helmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00727530868264488710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29155086.post-47303545418163368592009-05-06T16:06:00.000-07:002009-05-06T16:06:00.000-07:00Here's another for you:
It doesn’t even get away,...Here's another for you:<br /><br />It doesn’t even get away,<br />The Big Fish, but -<br /><br /> Year after year of snow’s <br />Melting and plunging toward ocean -<br /><br /> It swims deep<br />And deeper, as I cast, and casts<br />Into depths, among shadows, a shadow I<br />See always and<br />Always downstream from<br />My long and longer - as the day<br />Grows shorter - own.<br /><br />-Ralph SalisburyFishippyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01591807622935607669noreply@blogger.com