A River Trout
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
Id found a single Trout.
Watching its sinuous dance made me once more aware,
and looking all around, in moments allowed me to share
a Splendour rarely found.