sea trout coming up rivers
mountain trout lake bound
makes camp fires complete
when fresh caught
on rod line by hand
even a stick of jelly?
looked at a few trout
with hunger camp fire
anticipating happy joy
looking forward to night
with a few friends feast
fish under stars prepared
tasted good after being cooked
on collected wood burning camp fire
have to admit I enjoy eating a good steak
but fish fresh caught
makes my mind salivate
even before eaten savoured
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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