Steve Watson writes: Friday morning I had vision.

In long morning shadows cast by the sun.

A young fisherman casting for the big one.

Down at the park, Cravath Lake. 

You never know what you’ll take.

Maybe a bluegill,  carp, or pike.

Wistfully waiting for a strike. 

Our thanks to Steve Watson for this beautiful photo and poem.

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