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Fishing The High Country

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Fishing The High Country

A body of translucent blue
reflects heavens of stark purity.
He flicks his shiny offering towards depths unknown
and cranks the oiled reel. 
Time pours slowly,
as the reflective lure moves through crystal waters.
Again the motions transfix thought.
Cast, retrieve, move, repeat,
until abruptly something strikes the silver flasher.
Now the dance is on.
The light weight pole bends to unspoiled water,
as the luminescent trout hurls it’s body above the water's surface.
The attempt to dislodge the three pronged hook fails.
But fish and man have met stares.
The dance intensifies.
A run is made.
Line is peeled from spool.
Deeper the fish plunges through roiled waters.
But he will tire,
and face his likely death.
He ceases his desperate struggle.
The distance between predator and prey withers.
The angler now reaches for his worthy prize.
He captures the weighty fish through jaw and gill,
and lifts his prey from liquid home.
He has acquired what he sought.
He knows that he must not devour this mountain rarity.
Gently the fish is revived in the cool water.
He is released and the two part not as enemies,
but as two strangers, 
who met in the fading twilight of the evening rise.
 

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  1. Date: 5/30/2011 9:40:00 PM
    beautifully written piece. I wanted to reply to you question about "why didn't I release him". Well, I was twenty years old. Also there three other people on the boat who were much more hunter types. So thus, my poem just relects back to a sad day...at least I recognized it was a sad day, but at the expense of a beautiful creature......julie

  1. Date: 5/30/2011 3:22:00 PM
    Enjoyed reading the fishing tale...Thanks for the kind review of my work..Sara

  1. Date: 5/30/2011 3:17:00 PM
    I need to take private tuitions from you . You are really a marvellous writer . Let me know when we can start the classes . . .Lol. ' the distance between predators and prey withers ' my favourate line . . Wish a publisher could notice you dear .