Monday
Jul062009
There Are Such Days
Monday, July 6, 2009 at 12:00AM 
A poem by Ed Laine
My fly is trapped in branches high and dense,
just ripped my brand new waders on a fence.
Chilled water is already rushing in,
that big brown trout, I swear, just flashed a grin.
Read the rest in the May/June issue of Far and Away. LINK
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fly fishing poem, fly fishing writing in Writing