To Carolyn Devonshire

Golden hair shining in the breeze, you-- strapped into the boat’s chair. Feet braced, your mouth wide and eyes lit up like an angel. You are pulling the rod with all your might, as the fish rises into the sunlight, it glistens. Turning end over end it gains slack needed to throw the hook. It rises once again into a mighty leap over the stern where you sit. With a sigh of relief, you know you will always remember, that salute as your trophy.