Fly Verse

I stand with a creel void of conquest - a lesson in life once more.
You can not catch that which does not wish to be caught.
But I am a fisherman.  So I turn, smile, and cast once more,
Wading upstream, hat-in-hand. - F.H.W.

Fly Verse

The dissonant nay-sayers from the asphalt of life are diluted by the chorus of songbirds and the ramblings of the river.

No longer am I a cog in the human machine. I am in tune with the stream, preparing to cast a simple melody. - F.H.W.