Oldal 47 [47]
TEN LTAL
‘LREES above; below, a stream,
Blue beneath the bluer skies;
Here and there a break and gleam,
Where the fishes rise.
Leddy, pulling off his shoes,
Shakes in doubt his curly head—
Cant decide what fly to choose,
Grey, or brown, or red.
Ah, they joked at home, and said,
Minnows were a charming fish!
“Wait until they see,” thinks Ted,
‘Trout upon the dish!”