Flashback Nymph 2
Walk through the hills
Plush and bright green
Sights are abound, so many thrills
crisp, sparkling stream
Sunlight glistens, water rushing
Looking for just the right place
And just what should I try
This is the place for my day
Look for my friends where few can be found
You wonder, “now where can they hide? ”
Finally, on the ground
But me, a fly, who is fit to be tied…
Lets Go Fishing…
poem by Adelord DuChene
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