Fin the Fish
Active member
Always at this time of year I find myself yearning for the green of the trees, late evening sunsets and early morning sunrises. Forever I am imagining myself sitting in the perfect Stillwater swim on a cool Spring morning, fishing the lift under a huge willow tree with a great expanse of lillies spread before me. While the mists roll off the lake as the sun gradually wakes the land.
Theres just something about the anticipation of being able to fish in such beautiful conditions that works me up into a fishing frenzy at this time of year.
In the Spring of my 15th year I became so enamoured by the greening I decided to write a poem to try and capture the dream that had me so excited, as Spring is nigh I thought I'd share this with you all, one for the Tench anglers out there!
Goodbye Winter and roll on Spring.
Roll on Tench unseen
rolling over beds of yellow,
under pads of green.
And, glimpsed barely
through the clinging mists
of an early auburn dawn,
roll over red tipped quill
amongst the stems and spawn.
Theres just something about the anticipation of being able to fish in such beautiful conditions that works me up into a fishing frenzy at this time of year.
In the Spring of my 15th year I became so enamoured by the greening I decided to write a poem to try and capture the dream that had me so excited, as Spring is nigh I thought I'd share this with you all, one for the Tench anglers out there!
Goodbye Winter and roll on Spring.
Roll on Tench unseen
rolling over beds of yellow,
under pads of green.
And, glimpsed barely
through the clinging mists
of an early auburn dawn,
roll over red tipped quill
amongst the stems and spawn.
