Alone he watches the water ripple, <br />without movement <br />he waits with the line going in quite deep, <br />in a moment <br />the muddy water stirs in little circles, <br />tense enjoyment <br />goes through the boy as line sings, starts running, <br />he jerks the rod, the fish jumps, it's stunning <br /> <br />with its golden silver scales glittering, <br />it dips under <br />and the fight is on as it twists and turns, <br />quick like thunder <br />again it jumps and twists back to escape, <br />without blunder <br />the boy reels in, still better hooking it, <br />over the river fighting bit by bit.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-boy-fishing-cavatina-sequence/
