A Morning at Borumba Dam

  Morning light is just a whisper, the mist hangs low in shame,
over faceless mystic water gliding ‘neath the bow again.
  The intrusion of the outboard cuts into silent white,
as the boat thrusts forward rudely, breaking up the night.
  The fog that hangs so weightless, takes on an eerie glow
 the light now gently persuaded begins its dawning show.
  Fingers are gently probing the walls of twirling chill,
and the watery oily blackness becomes a mirror still.
  Black and white and silver, appearing with each ray
consumes me with its beauty and promise of the day.
 Heading toward the secrets of a far secluded place,
winding among mountain walls - the towering trees embrace.
 Then comes a hush and stillness I loathe can near explain
the beauty – now the silence, full of awe and pain.
 How can this still enchant me, not once but now and more,
I’ll come again, and again, - and again will be in awe.
 Cast into the shadows, loop the silent line,
so graceful is its outline upon the morning fine.
 The fly drops silent into hope and disappears below
to swim the depths unknown to man its charm and guise to show.
 I wait and strip the cold wet line, pause and strip again,
imagine clear the fish down there, and trust it’s not in vain.
 There was action near this log when making an approach
- a perfect aquatic shelter – the fly now will encroach.
 Be silent breath that fogs the air, wait cold and motionless
then fly so greedily taken I’m sure it’s featherless!
 A sudden huge eruption – a silver arching show
with noisy splashing twirling and a thrill to ever know
 it was Saratoga magic that fills the heart with awe
for the fish who’s lived here always and will for ever more.
 He knows I will release him, the word is in his eyes
silken body, cool and heavy, as in my hand he lies.
 Magnificently trusting he waits to give the fly
then lowered in the murky depths his tail waves me goodbye.
 Kingfisher watches high above a flash of blue approval
there’s nothing gained and no-one loved by this grand fish’s removal
 It’s a satisfying feeling to catch, and then set free,
this creature, this gift, part of nature’s harmony.
 Borumba is like a Mother guarding all her young
so treat her with the love and care she has for everyone.
 And when you need reviving or are feeling very low,
Borumba has a wandering creek where you really need to go.
 It will fill you with contentment – make you glad to be alive
the scenery and its wildlife will all help you to revive.
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       by S. Dennis