IN THE JUNGLE?
Piercing like an arrow showing the way
Consistent impetus by night and day
Travelling forward and thinking back
With steely gaze, hunched shoulders and determined neck
Through the thick undergrowth with bayonet and sack
Almost sick but no time for that
Sweated brow and filthy skin under my helmet-hat
Trying to – think and link – with fishing days long past
In my mind’s eye the basics of fishing I’m trying to grasp.
But constant reality keeps coming back
There’s an enemy behind every tree, we need to check
‘This is the army’, so they say
But actually I am just daydreaming
and fishing on a sunny day.