As I sit by the water’s edge
The canopy above
Shields me from the heat of the day
Tho I am drowsy
I hear the syncopation of the rivers gurgle
As it wends its way to the sea
Fish are sipping flies that abound on the waters film
There are no noises
Neither by human or beast
Just those from a trout stream in the spring
My eyes close and I rest
In time I awaken
A new hatch has emerged
When I focus upon the water
I see my fly fisher sons
They call me to join them
To leave my worries and frailties behind
Now I also fish
I am at peace
With nature and man