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Fishing on the Barton River 1947
by Henry Burt Stevens

Tuesday, February 15, 2005
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A young man fly fishes for rainbow and brown trout in northern Vermont.

Fishing on the Barton River 1947
by Henry Burt Stevens
2/17/2004


River bottomed farm land
ox-bowed fudge colored flow
banks caving in as
strong summer rains cut deeper curves.


Walking pussy footed
flyfishing the ripples
i now and then make catch
landing a silver steelhead.


The road a half mile away
can be heard, not loud
the gurgle from a tipped in tree
i pop a wild cucumber


The sun has dipped, the air chills
a farmer turns off his put-put engine
water drips from my line as i reel in
walking home in darkness


eating fresh picked clover blossoms.

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Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader) 2/15/2005
Yes this does remind you of fishing on any river. I did not learn to fly fish until about five years ago.
Reviewed by Mr. Ed 2/15/2005
Wonderful nostalgic write, Henry - reminded me of some of my younger days - chasing those elusive trout.
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