Bobber Down

Before any hint of light
Appears across the dark morning sky
A cold white spray
Leaves its trail across the lake
With long rods rig and ready
The fly tired and scented
The floater finely tuned
Anticipation
Long awaited
Brings excitement
To the heart
A slight breeze
Ripples the water
A moment
A view in a dream
It’s “bobber down”
And the bronzeback
That transforms
Men into boys
And makes
Our spirit gleam

Roy L. Nave
Bonefish