Rise fishing contest: Poem

Spring comes earl in the Georgia South.
Woods, thick and wet.
Lush and overflowing like a McDonald’s Playpen,
Enveloped by the great Smoky Mountain Range.
A River Damsel shifts her footing in cool mountain waters
Hoping for a trophy.
Catching a fry.
Leaving with memories.
This is another entry for OWLJONES and Rise Fishing for the Rise fishing rod and reel contest.

Author: D Nash

Family. Fly fishing. Music.

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