Ode to A Cabin

Once ‘pon a time there was a cabin mine,

Moved from where built, along the Henry’s Fork.

I go to visit during every clime;

Fishing’s fine with my rod of cane and cork,

With steel, fur, and feathers I tie a fly.

Precisely, I cast to a trout rising;

Watching, waiting to catch a monsters eye.

Then finally, I see the beast striking.

Hooked in tight and pulling with all it’s might;

Up river, down river, with strength all gone.

Run left, run right, while in a wild fight;

The wasted torpedo to fight no long.

Catch and release fishing, such a treasure;

Oh, my cabin brings me so much pleasure!