Wading another Bend

Wading another Bend

There’s a long and winding creek

                      just south east of DuBois

Deep within the forest

                   away from human noise

I visit somewhat often

  one to enjoy

I park along the dirt lane

                and open up the door

The forest, it greets me

                 like many times before

I gather up my 3 weight

and explore

There I am, on the creek again

There I am, the forest my friend

There I am, casting a fly again

There I am, wading another bend

Later in the evening

          I drink my last beer

Smoke my last cigar

                 wondering why I’m even here

I conjure up the winding creek

and I’m there

There I am, along the creek again

There I am, with more time to spend

There I am, catching a trout again

There I am, wading another bend

~doubletaper