The sage of Walden Pond said
“Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing it is not fish they are after”
About whom does he speak?
I put on waders
Lace up my boots;
Tie on a fly.
I’m out to catch one
And I love being on/in
The water.
The patient pursuit of a trout
Heightens, not diminishes the tranquility and beauty
Of early morning on the Battenkill.
The reflection of
The trees in the river,
The sound of flowing water,
And birds above.
The focusing of eyes and ears
On breaks in the surface.
We fish for fish and
we look and listen for more.
There is no separation.
It is a seamless, glorious activity.
September 10, 2020
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It does sound glorious!
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Cool!
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Sounds like you have Walden Pond on the Battenkill!
So glad to share in your life and its musings Harry!
With love Gayle
On Thu, Sep 10, 2020 at 7:32 AM poems for friends wrote:
> hkresky posted: ” The sage of Walden Pond said “Many men go fishing all of > their lives without knowing it is not fish they are after” About whom does > he speak? I put on waders Lace up my boots; Tie on a fly. I’m out to catch > one And I love bei” >
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Lovely Harry. Very calm.
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