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"Poet of the week winner at Poetry for Thought" September 9 - 15 2000 Trout Rising Trout stream bubbles, gurgles, swirls Through winding valleys, cliffs and hills Smooth wet rocks round water curls Iced waters, once from snow distils Fallen timber in jumbled piles Collect at every lazy curve No timber though in tight defiles Where rapids test a steely nerve Dappled sun through ragged trees Kookaburra's laughing cry Cooling airs from softened breeze Parrot plumage flashing By Goanna's silent slumbering Snakes scared of us as we of they Deadly fangs will do us in Just hope joe-blake just glides away Rippled waters, fish be there Mirror broken from a rise My every sense, acute, aware There is a God, and she is wise
Tony Burch
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