Old Sam, the River Trout and I See Eye to Eye

The river rolls into the lake and the where the beavers build their dam

I sit on a stump and watch nature’s art and cast a line again

The sun set’s close to the ground as the evening shadows play

I feel a gentle tug and know old Sam the trout is here today

We tease each other for a bit till he tires of the game

I wind in my line and smile a bit he just took my worm again

Some say old Sam is two feet long and I heard he weighs ten pound

Know one has ever caught him he’s never felt the taste of ground

Another juicy worm is rigged and I cast to the ‘neath the shady trees

Tease the line a little till I feel his nudge against the bait

He tugs again and the bobber sinks and I watch diving deep

Adrenaline rushes through my veins this one I’m going to keep

Seconds turn to minutes in a tug of war neither will cede

I gain some line then he peels it back and heads for tangled roots

He’s wise, old Sam and gives his best and takes air and crashes down

I hold on tight and I’m full of spite he’ll not make me a clown

The line goes slack and I feel his weight he’s given all he had

I wind in the last few yards and in the fading light I bring him in

I go to net him to the shore but a look is in his tired old eye

Not today my friend I slip the hook and with a wiggle I say goodbye.