The Fly Fishing Waters Poem

Fly fishing waters special each and every day…
Freestone roads traveling so many ways.

From the top of Montana mountains dumping into rivers wide.
To secret spring creeks where mighty browns can hide.

To Glacier’s lakes, to farm ponds takes that have never seen a fly.

Irrigation and drainage; they too contain big fish.
Fly fishing waters what is your wish.

Is it the Fire Hole, the Madison, or the Yellowstone in YNP?
Or an alpine lake that is shared by you and me.

The Twin bridges scene if you know what I mean,
to Flathead Lake up North.

The Mighty Mo Great Falls and below to Craig, Cascade, and Helena.
The Wolf Creek, the Gates of Mountains such powerful places. The front-range with wide-open spaces.

The Big Horn in Fort Smith, the high woods as well.
Fly Fishing Waters that weave a magic spell.

The Smith River float; a religious experience on a boat.

Fly fishing waters one and all is it hard for you to decide.
Why not try to fish them all so in peace you will abide….