Tag Archives: poetry

The Hemlock Grove

Posted on July 31, 2020 by rivertoprambles

Preparing for a long road trip into western places where I like to believe that a fly-fishing spirit can really soar at times like this, it’s good to remind myself that one needn’t go far in order to find a … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged birding, hemlocks, hermit thrush, In the Hemlocks, John Burroughs, naturalist, nature, poetry, solitude, song, Spirit, travel, writing | 26 Comments

Narragansett

Posted on July 10, 2020 by rivertoprambles

My quest for saltwater species taken with a fly rod continued to elude me, defying all odds, on coastal Rhode Island. There were no fish seen or caught in my pleasant trials along Quonnie Pond, at the sand bar on … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged bay, birding, fishing, high hills, hiking, Independence Day, Narragansett Bay, nature, perfect skunk, poetry, Rhode Island, travel, Trustom Pond NWR, writing | 15 Comments

Common Sense is Like Running Water

Posted on June 26, 2020 by rivertoprambles

I have a new book of poetry just released from FootHills Publishing in Kanona, New York. From the High Hills to the Bay is a 72-page hand-sewn book with spine– pretty cool, even though I understand that poetry is not … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged common sense, Conhocton River, E.R. Hewitt, friendship, From the High Hills, insectivirous plants, kettle bog, literature, Moss Lake, Neversink Skater, poetry, running water, writing | 20 Comments

Planted Near Running Water

Posted on June 11, 2020 by rivertoprambles

“Happy the man who does not read advertisements,/ does not listen to their radios/ does not believe their slogans. He will be a tree planted near running water.” — Ernesto Cardenal Often in times of social and political turmoil, I’ll … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged birds, E. Cardenal, fisher pair, fly-fishing, freedom, gas leak, gifts, healing, imagination, nature, plantings, poetry, protest, small streams, turmoil, wildflowers | 24 Comments

Spinners, the Final Stage

Posted on May 21, 2020 by rivertoprambles

“Spinners” form the fourth and final stage in the life cycle of a mayfly. The aquatic insect lives through egg, nymph, adult (dun), and spinner stages. The adult typically rises from the stream as nature says, “It’s time to mate.” … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged fishermen, fly-fishing, friendship, Genesee River, mayflies, philosophy, poetry, psychology, spinners, the final stage, transcendence, writing | 12 Comments

River SCOP Rambles

Posted on April 23, 2020 by rivertoprambles

Scop, you say? Well, my dictionary defines the word as a bard, or poet, of the Anglo-Saxon days in ancient England. I was drawn to the word and to the scop’s role in medieval time because of the pandemic and … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged creation, environment, fishing, fringe-dweller, Hendrickson, home water, nature, pandemic, poetry, rambles, scop, small streams, wild trout, writing | 10 Comments

On the Duty of Staying Home

Posted on April 8, 2020 by rivertoprambles

April is National Poetry Month and, one week into it, I was pleasantly surprised to get a postcard from a friend in Richmond who wrote, “Trying times for us all, but there are moments of clarity. I was drawn back … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged April, clarity, environment, fly-fishing, friendship, health, National Poetry Month, poetry, staying home, stones, trout, Wings Over Water, writing | 12 Comments

The Far and Fine, from Home

Posted on March 25, 2020 by rivertoprambles

1. The sun on rusted rails extending through a chain of ponds. Sun that softens the edge of ice; walkin’ blues colored by a smile. Sun reflecting from an eagle; thermals of the western ridge. The sun on a leaning … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged birds, deep woods, haiku, home, narrative, nature, pandemic, poetry, Spring, Walt Franklin, Wings Over Water, writing | 18 Comments

Irish Hill

Posted on March 10, 2020 by rivertoprambles

“What’s your name, boy? Look at me! I’ll say it once more, and that’s it!” Saturday night. Years ago. Driving home from a four-day workweek, needing to unwind. The Cold Beer Tavern, corner bar, small town USA. “Truth boy, look … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Cold Beer Tavern, crusher, drinking, friendship, graffiti, Green Book, Ireland, Irish Hill, nature, O'Shaugnessy, poetry, redneck, St. Pat's, TripEnd Brewing, What's your name?, writing | 8 Comments

An Excuse To Be…

Posted on March 6, 2020 by rivertoprambles

The arrival of March is always an exciting time for me, no matter what the weather’s like. It can be cold and snowy, wet and windy, or warm enough by day to get the sap flowing skyward through the maple … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged birdwatching, flyfishing, nature, Nature writing, non-fiction, personal essays, poetry, Spring, Walt Franklin, Wings Over Water | 10 Comments