Fishing (Preferably the Stretch Below Where North River Runs Into Tellico)

the sun creeps over the tree tops.
the cool June morning breeze blows
unheard. for the river rushing drowns
all sound away. except thoughts
feet hit water. cast. golden spoon reflects in the sun.
the cool water is refreshing
reel. nothing. they say patience is a virtue.
cast. reel. nothing. the moss-coverd
rocks serve as a nice foot hold.
this deep dark hole looks promising.
cast. silver spoon now reflects. tug.
reel. nothing. change to corn. cast.
it disappears in the deep.
wait. reel. nothing. perhaps toward
the bank. change to black and yellow
spinner. it always works. cast.
reel. nothing? odd. perhaps
tomorrow...