Discoursing onward with our lines & hooks
With some refreshments nor without some books
Cheerd by the rural objects as we pass
To were trees shadows keepeth green the grass
Checking intrusions of the summer suns
There drop us down close were the river runs
In sight of rural sounds & pleasing strife
That warms the laughing landscape into life
& while in cheerfull mirth as we prepare
Our sporting things & bait our angles there
With flye or fish of artificial forms
To shun the anguish of the wreathing worms
Feel warm hopes glow with earnest eagerness
To mark the signs that promise us success
Image by my friend Mike Hobson
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