Time spent
Laying out the land
Transparent coverings
Access revealed

Time spent
Perched upon that bucket
Icy cold tarn above
Warm shelter below

Time spent
Searching rock piles
Downward rustling
Quiet dangling jiggings

Time spent
Searching rock piles
Skyward rustling
Quiet dangling jiggings

Time spent
Eye catching fluttering
Struck and tugged
Until access concealed

Time spent
Laughing and mocking
In admiration
Hand held coverings

Time spent
Perched in that bucket
Searching for rock piles
No longer home

 

 

 

I took on a challenge to include irony in a poem.  These fisherman helped me with the topic.IMG_1503