From Rose Bar to Blue Point,
cobbled path friends hike,
along a river rainbow,
Isoperla incite.

Yuba knows no ego,
flowing to sea, 
its only desire to go.
I see,

Rises in view.
Rises to my fly,
trout feed true.
My Princess reel screams to cry.

This river on fire.
While Osprey kite, 
trout feed without tire.
Into my net, trout with kype.

We all find bounty,
casting to rises.
Landing and releasing. 
We revel in our prizes. 

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