TO CAST
To cast to trout
Is quite divine
Through the eyes
I feed my line
Hoping that this precious act
Will cleanse my soul and take me back
To that great day
Where all was new
When I could fish
The whole day through
Though every day I can’t partake
My mind and soul infatuate
Over this love I have for trout
I’ll mourn the day
They cast me out
...author unknown
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