Come Tickle A Trout

Once again I'm joining in with Elephant's Child

and entering a poem containing certain random words (the ones underlined)

It's lovely how some words immediately conjure up pictures in your mind's eye and you have the scene in front of you but then trying to work those words to form pictures for others is so difficult to do well.  

I welcome any feedback and suggestions on how to improve this poem.

Come Tickle a Trout 

Come tickle a trout my father said

So we set off ‘cross the fields to the river

Under a cloudless sky

And the sound of the water as it came round the point

Tickled my ears as I grasped his hand

Through the ripening corn

Come tickle a trout my father said

So we knelt by the side of the river

Under the dappled trees

And a kingfisher with psychedelic blues

Tickled my eyes as I watched it speed

Over the rippling water

Come tickle a trout my father said

With his fingers submerged in the river

Under the brown trout’s belly

And he stroked so gently that it never knew

Tickled my nose with the drops that fell

As it rose out of the water

Dispatching it quickly

Being true to type allowing me to try the next one

But my childlike fingers were not as illustrious as his

Many slipped away to swim another day

Each time his shrug meant no problem, no regrets

And so I remained trying my best until a fish landed

And my heart sang

We carried them home and cooked them above the flames

And sucked the flavour of the river and success from their bones.