Flashback Nymph Poem by Adelord DuChene

As we walk through the hills
All plush and bright green
Sights are abound, with so many thrills
Look over there, a crisp, sparkling stream

The sunlight glistens off the water rushing by
As we scan the banks, for just the right place
You say to yourself, “just what should I try”
For I know, this is the place my day will be based

You look for my friends where few can be found
You winder to yourself “now where can they hide? ”
When finally your do see on the ground
But me, a fly, who is fit to be tied…

Lets Go Fishing…