A RIVER TROUT IN WHARFEDALE

I sat upon the bank amid a Splendour so rarely found,

though I sensed it not, mind bereft of sight or sound,

to feel awe had I forgot.

When through golden Orbs, dappled leaf and sunlight,

against the sandy bed, form that with the flow did fight

saw I a flash of red.

Fixed on the slow, hypnotic wave of a gossamer tail

there could be no doubt, here in the river graced Dale

I’d found a single Trout.

Watching it’s sinuous dance made me once more aware,

and looking all around, in moments allowed me to share

a Splendour rarely found.