Down in that water,
Between that waters brim.
A trout in search of food
On a feeding swim,
Lake in river,
Wherever that matter,
Down living their world
Beneath in the water.

The trout has no self protection
The fishing angler his rod game.
The fly of that hook
To suffer in pain.
It was down at the elbow bend
Down near at the rivers end,
Stands A fishing rod in his hands,
But for the splash to a fly the trout took,
Only the crafty angler turned he to look.

Quickly tied his fly into fishing loop knot,
Then made cast to beyond feeding spot,
Casting out to and frow great fishing skill,
softly casted fly upon the waters calm still,
The huge splash at the coming of the bite,
angler striked back smiling with delite,
Hooking to the fish when drawing on the strike.

And moving himself about a yards pace,
Giving more room on the fighting playing space,
That trout in panic swim
Survival or die,
But minutes in hard swim
Tiredness give in at the fighting try.
Leaving only to reel in
Standing all in his glory,
But for that trout
Just one other told story.

Nice write....

I like it. I hope the trout got away. Maybe I am being biased.

LOL

Here's a little fishing for you....

http://mingle2.com/topic/show/308595

Enjoy the way you write

Ur so nice and thank u xx babe

So powerful in its struggles to survive,,
so impossible it's life to sustain.
What are WE really,,but this tastie trout,
with exceptino to we walk about?

Nice write man and welcome to the funny area here where words clash with hearts,,,,

Ty for ur coment,
I been looking at ur good poetry to,
As well as others.
we all have our own styles lol and fans for that matter,

You just keep writing i like your verses im still trying to work out if comedy or love poems go best here lol
good luck

Gee