"skykomish" poems
I'm fishing for salmon
In a river of emerald green
I cast my line out into the current
And that immediate bite wasn't foreseen
I yank my pole upward and real in the beast
He jumps and splashes, trying to escape his doom
But later he will be a feast
I get him to the water's edge and see the beauty of the beast
He was green and silver, an incredible sight
His shiny scales glowed in the sunlight
I brought him up onto the beach after his courageous fight
Unhooked him, and let the beautiful beast free into the Skykomish river
The beautiful beast would not be a feast
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 7:17 PM UTC
The oldest cabin in Baring
Sits every May
In the roar of the raging river
Skykomish
Yesterday
We watched sunlight
Rise from the rapids
Rise up the bank of evergreens
While birds flitted near
Flew swift from twilight falling
The chill night
Brought a thousand stars
Morning brought relentless rain
The knotty pine walls
Are comforting
As I sit in the old leather chair
The heater at my feet
Reading a well thumbed
John Grisham paperback
Someone left behind
My coffee is rich and strong
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 10:24 AM UTC