Trout Poems - Poems about Trout

I I'd say I'm a fisherman beyond compare. Let me tell you, friend, what I caught there on the bank of a wild mountain stream, when, at once, a sun ray and silver moon beam, like a dream, caught me by surprise, under blue skies, when I was a boy of your size. It was the one and...

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she called it love A cloak against the winds Of ideath and loneliness But Brautigan and multi-colored days Were like a stranger to her There was never a trout in her Dreams; nothing as warm as Margaret Between us It wasn't love, not like Pauline Not close or real like the fine Berries we shared for breakfast. She called it love but it wasn't...

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Arboreal chum noodle trunk gesticulating Male pattern baldness syndrome squiggles Trigonometry Palisades uneven ripple Framework salmon people Rise evangelical steeple Pigmentation feeble Hillock molehills Hedgerow backyards Autumnal equinox...

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You'll find a rainbow in rivers and lakes Cast a rod, a fly for bait Just one strike is all it takes Alongside a boulder they'll sit and wait "Fish on" I say...when water breaks A fly fisherman's ultimate fight A rainbow-colored steelhead trout To reel one in is pure delight "Fish on" again, we...

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There are 2 of us on the boat, trying our best to catch a big rainbow trout, We tried so many flies but none seemed to work, throwing our plans into doubt. There are wet flies and dry ones, but which one will work best, So we keep on perservering put each fly to the test. I tried a...

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There's a dull ache in my casting arm, But I can't complain everything is still and calm. I just have to try and try, To make sure I use the right fly. There are so many to choose from either dry or wet, I am going for dry which seems the best bet. The one I choose I tied myself, You won't...

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Ben is Australian, a BBQ king, Burning and scorching meat is just his thing. He came from Aus some years ago, and met his own lovely English rose. He still has an accent, but has learnt to call his friends mate, instead of just cobber, He loves fly fishing because you carry less clobber. Ben's prefect day would be to...

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there was a young trout named Dan who loved to steel bait from the line one day it was said a fly hit his head and Dan became fillets in the pan...

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A perfect picture- season's best Mountains of green and skies of blue Where birds of prey fly from their cage   A fine day stored in "Beauty's Chest" White spotted clouds, above; they flew 'Bove winding rivers vastly rage Beyond the darkened hills that rest Looking like; from a bears-eye-view A beauty set on summer's stage Somewhere...

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TRUTH 1 Truth came from the purest of pure the smell of pine between toes endure from crystal streams where trout shimmer like rainbow dreams From seagulls on wing Willows whisper then sing Deep down Poseidon takes his ...

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mayflies hatching brown trout awaiting chalk stream splash...

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Rainbow trout, rainbow trout so long and stout Dancing at the end of my curved small hook So excited I'll jump round and shout Then for handsome baby Johnny I'll cook Green-eyed baby Johnny will dine just fine He will have applesauce on his left side Hushpuppies fried, grapes from garden's vine Then slowly to sleepy-land he will glide ...

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yet countless times, regardless what the contest is about against all rationality, a diatribe tossed out ...

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Congregation of deception, Sitting in darkness and decked out In fineries: the silk, the fur, Feathered dull or bright, just waiting To be called by river’s song, rings Of rises yet hoped into fish. Some are returned warriors, Blunted and twisted out of true, Though truth’s a lie for them and blends Somehow beyond a memory. Some new-made catchers of the eye, Wait for their opportunity...

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"Piscator non solum piscatur" ("There is more to fishing than fish.)" ______________________________ Brown trout anglers catch few fishes and almost always let them go barbless hooks make more for wishes then creels full to dazzle children’s eyes. Brown trout anglers tell tales distilled of truth, of rises that didn’t take and fish as long as your arm that always get away. They...

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