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Atlantic Salmon

Rising up and flowing down of ocean Cold salt wind a whisper in my face Mind and body going round the motion Fitting with the rhythm of the pace Of a sleepy steady rock and rolling ride It's a leaping silver fish on falling tide Adrenelin is pounding on to help me The fish taildancing tries to shake the hook I hold the rod tip high maintaining pressure And let the bending rod work any slack His sounding run begins The drag is spinning Another leap for air and then he's back Tighten drag and hold he thinks he's winning Let him run to tire and then he'll crash It's a long long way to Brant Rock's cool From Knotty Ash in Liverpool But some moments make it worth The travelled time To rhyme

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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