It was Sunday morning;
Up and ready as the day was dawning,
greeted by light rain;
What’s fun without some pain?
Could go either way;
So I started the day
with waders, boots, waterproof jacket;
Grabbed the net and staff, rod and reel.
Headed for the Battenkill.
It began to pour, but I pushed on.
The river was swift, a siren song.
The rain was steady;
But I was ready.
Line and leader became a tangle.
No choice really, no good angle
Time to head for home,
I was all alone.
August 11, 2021