By Flyflsher Poet Robert Williamson

Standing on a river bank staring at the water

Hear a splashing, gurgling sound and then I see an otter

See a shadow spin upon the ground and glance up to the sky

I watch a golden eagle as it majestically fllies by

The warmth of the morning sun is sitting on my back

I watch a doe run through the trees and listen to the brush crack

Looking out across the river in a world without care

I notice a mayfly spinner gently tumbling through the air

It lands upon the water and slowly floats downstream

A trout rises and sips it in then returns back to its seam

l didn't bring a fly rod; I did not intend to fish

I just wanted to be by the river and make this little wish

A wish that it Will always be there, the river that l treasure

Because even when I'm not fishing it it brings a lot of pleasure