Hidden | James Landon Buie

Forest trees match my fly hook vest,
Camouflaging my green perched pontoon tube
The Lake reflects my fishing pole
Cast out onto the water.
While the shore blends in my warm tanned skin,
Others I see driving speedily along side the beautiful,
Scenic road in their richly accustomed worldly cars.
I smile and decide to wave,
Intrigued to see if I am visible
All they see is nothing,
Except another part of nature
Blowing by.
Finally!
I can rest from the world