With Joseph Brown on the Stillaguamish

Stillaguamish beyond Skykomish
Fordson's hole and darkness still
In the warm summer night

Remember the cold of November
Bald eagle above spawning chum
The raging torrent

But now a crystal clear stretch
Below a mirror in the trunk's pool
Smooth without a ripple

As daylight breaks the steelhead wakes
To the bright and also the dark fly once
Prelude to much skill and an incredible thrill