ODE TO A FRIEND OF THE RIVER
Still shadows start to lengthen,Beneath the setting sun.
The hungry trout are risin’,
Down on Rusty’s Run.
The River flows with magic
Of spinner, nymph and dun.
Hatches fill the evening skies,
Down on Rusty’s Run.
The River calls to anglers
While paddlers have their fun.
Browns hide under cedar bows,
Down on Rusty’s Run.
The River has her history
Of battles fought and won.
Brookies flash their gratitude,
Down on Rusty’s Run.
The Au Sable has touched many
And loves her favorite son.
We’ll fish with him forever,
Down on Rusty’s Run.
I dream about the River
And miss her favorite son.
He’ll guide us through rough waters,
Down on Rusty’s Run.
by Lorne Beatty, December 2009
