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Underwater Autumn

Rating: 3.1

Now the summer perch flips twice and glides
a lateral fathom at the first cold rain,
the surface near to silver from a frosty hill.
Along the weed and grain of log he slides his tail.

Nervously the trout (his stream-toned heart
locked in the lake, his poise and nerve disgraced)
above the stirring catfish, curves in bluegill dreams
and curves beyond the sudden thrust of bass.

Surface calm and calm act mask the detonating fear,
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Michael Gale 14 September 2006

As must be said of this that i have gladly read... Nicely written piece by thee. Tis' good to read without apprehension of readment dread... This write was really right. Of the above fact all readers should come and agree... Great poem kind sir. I love fishing. It's so relaxing and at peace am i with nature. Gave ya a ten good sir. God bless all poets-MJG.

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