I have visions of cutthroat trout; <br />Of crimson bellies fighting the strong <br />Cold current to the death. <br /> <br />I shall dream tonight meaningless <br />Round and oblong dreams, swirling <br />In pools of righteousness, and backwaters <br />Of silken, black, careening emptiness, <br /> <br />Until the stream sweeps me down to the lake, <br />Or until I struggle upward, always higher, <br />To the spillway at the base of the dam.<br /><br />Gary Witt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trout-fishing/
