I wish to be on the North Fork

Where I can hear the Deer Creek riffle flow,

Along cabin row to the Lower (Elbow) Hole

where the evening primrose grows.

High among the cottonwoods I hear the robins sing,

I see the hawks overhead with large and powerful wing.

I hope the sunset tonight is one of orange and pink,

The deer have now come down to the water for a cool drink.

With fly rod in hand, waders, vest and stripping basket on,

I cast far out and the fly swims like graceful swans.

A summer-run rolls atop the water and I wait,

The fry they hide in gravel not wanting to be bait.

I feel a good strike and my Hardy reel sings out forthright,

There are leaps into mid air, the fish is chrome bright.

He's now into the backing and my heart skips a beat,

Everyone along the river is sleeping still in night retreat.

Today like many other days I need to be here,

To cast a fly called "Sunrise"  to sunset....

God how I love it dear.

Ken James McLeod  

More of Ken's work is available at his Web Site

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