alpen glow
08-02-2017, 04:01 PM
To that place of
myth and legend.
a quiver of cane in hand.
Beneath Fir and Maple,
The song of legends within riffle's wake.
May my fly be worthy.
Like a candle,
at both ends,
flames ever closer each cast.
A commitment to the canon of swing.
Alone this river taunts.
At each bend,
my elbow, sip from the flask,
be more than.
The sound of a rivers
anthem, in the pulpit,
its sermon encourages.
Swing pilgrim.
http://tonysalpenglow.blogspot.com/2017/08/a-place-of-myth-and-legend-ku.html
myth and legend.
a quiver of cane in hand.
Beneath Fir and Maple,
The song of legends within riffle's wake.
May my fly be worthy.
Like a candle,
at both ends,
flames ever closer each cast.
A commitment to the canon of swing.
Alone this river taunts.
At each bend,
my elbow, sip from the flask,
be more than.
The sound of a rivers
anthem, in the pulpit,
its sermon encourages.
Swing pilgrim.
http://tonysalpenglow.blogspot.com/2017/08/a-place-of-myth-and-legend-ku.html