Pocket water, how I love you, let me count the ways, You’ve saved my net from uselessness on, oh, so many days. Your lovely seams, rocks, and cuts do constantly provide Many sublime places for trout to lurk and hide. Your bold boulders break the roiling river’s rage As brookies rest from currents and their
Category: Poetry
‘On the Last Day of the Year’
Gary Metras kindly reached out after reading our recent post about winter fly fishing. As you may recall, Gary is an avid angler (our interview with him is here, his Swift River winter fly fishing guide is here). He also is a published poet. Here is one of his recent works, called “On the Last