The Headwaters of Hawksbill Creek
The creek, hidden in a low valley high in the Shenandoah Valley,
Is a place of seclusion and ambiance made especially for me.
I watch the hikers clad in t-shirts, shorts, suntan lotion, and sunglasses
Amble up the well-worn trail to the summit of Hawksbill Mountain
While my fishing gear and I bushwhack our way down to the secret spring.
The journey, filled with thorns and pickers not to mention a few slips and falls,
Was well worth any discomfort for both the silence and beauty are immense.
Slowly, I step into the cool, crystalline water and watch it move around my feet.
As I tie a Mr. Rapidan Dry size 16 on the line of my fly rod and adjust my
polarized sunglasses waiting for my eyes to adjust to the shade,
I watch the water and soon spot a Brooke trout calling my name.