Out of the tent
Into cold morning air
Scattered fog hovers in the gorge
A lingering ghost
Fading in twilight
Rippling stream
Heard, but not seen
Over the knoll
Down through the trees
Splash cold water on the face
Hike upstream to a promising place
Where the white water lulls
The water pools deep
Piece of corn on a hook
Bobber up three feet
Sit still after casting
Mind somewhat trancing
Enjoying the peace
Then the bobber starts dancing
Others still sleep
And that is just fine
Breakfast looks good
Got a trout on the line
Waipahu Bob 