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 © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2005
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