Obsessed
Standing in the Clearwater up to my knees
swinging a fly as pretty as you please
Only trouble is I can't get out
cause I'm obsessed with steelhead trout
The rain is falling on my bare head
my fire on the bank is all but dead
I'm cold and hungry chilled to the bone
my wife is wondering why I'm not home
I've landed one last steelhead trout
he was a beauty he fought quite a bout
The season is over it's done for the year
but come next fall I'll be right here
-Michael Poppy Cummins