Fisherman’s Luck

I know a little gurgling brook

Where oft I’ve flung a baited hook

     Into its waters clear;

Where I have felt the angler’s thrill,

As only truly anglers will,

     When tautened lines appear.

I say I know just such a stream,

I see it in my springtime dream,

     But I am peeved, I vow;

The trout are there, just as of yore,

And biting too, but why I’m sore –

     The brook is posted now!

Mar. 3, 1917