Steadfast I stand with rod in hand and desire as I depart
The river mends my tired mind and calms my wounded heart
The fellowship that we enjoy can not be touched by men,
For as quickly as I leave her side, I long for her again.
Deception is on my mind as I select the perfect fly,
But the river only laughs at me as she keeps on rolling by.
Many a sunrise has graced her face and she’s seen the hearts of menSo she judges each with rod and reel as they start wading in.
Few folks know my weary soul but the river sees right through.
If you find her trust she opens up and reveals herself to you.
The sun shines down as you make your cast in the river where you stand
And she permits you joy that makes you whole as you bring her trout to hand
The gentle breeze moves across your skin and twilight ends your quest
now clothed in darkness you will return for the river gives you rest.
Thanks for reading,
Brian
