Becoming a fly fisherman. Mountain Princess

Mountain Princess

 

If I were to be a Princess

I would reign among the mountains.

Keep the jeweled tiara,

Weave a coronet of daisies.

Give me wading boots and sandals

Not soft slippers made of satin.

Let me climb among the boulders,

Dip my fly into the water,

Catch a nice fat trout for dinner.

Serenade me with loonsong.

 

If I were to be a Princess

I would live along the river;

Raise my eyes to Heaven,

Count a thousand stars.

Slide on snowy hills in winter,

Then curl up by the fire.

I need no Prince

Nor armored knight

But a kind, sturdy woodsman

 

If I were to be a Princess…

I am.

Genie Jennings

About Genie Jennings

My blog, as my life, is composed of many interests. Because you are reading this, we must share at least one. They are divided into categories, so you can easily find others on our mutual topic. Also, you can avoid things on which we might diverge. Things labeled 'genie' are general life musings. When I took up fly fishing in earnest, I was struck by how much it was like skiing to me. It is an intricate activity that is easy to enter, and the more one knows, the more one realizes how little one knows. My comment was, "I would love to have something I love that does not require so much effort." I immediately knew that was not true. It is the striving that makes things valuable, and it is the striving that is life. I am evolving; I am becoming many things, a skier, a fly fisherman, an irrationally self-reliant human. I am becoming 'genie' whoever that might be.