A Fly
Deception on a summer day.
The deep, dark emerald green sitting upon the crown of Queen
Can ner’ in it’s finest hour match the depth of a fresh
Mountain lake fed as the snowy glaciers selfishly dribble
From neath craggy rocks of granite gray this summer day
As the golden trout parts the wave and bounces above the water
For a fresh fly about to die. So I bait my hook with just
The perfect fly that cannot die for it is fake---
The trout won’t know until way too late.
Can ner’ in it’s finest hour match the depth of a fresh
Mountain lake fed as the snowy glaciers selfishly dribble
From neath craggy rocks of granite gray this summer day
As the golden trout parts the wave and bounces above the water
For a fresh fly about to die. So I bait my hook with just
The perfect fly that cannot die for it is fake---
The trout won’t know until way too late.
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