My father worked in a fly-fishing shop
And visiting him was my routine
Coming to gaze at the finely tied flies
And admire their shimmer and sheen
One day he sat me down beside him
And taught me to tie flies
In the space of only a few hours
Between our hello’s and goodbyes
Many a day he would take my out
Fishing in some nearby mere
While I would romp and play nearby
Exploring forest and fen without fear
My sister and I would catch tadpoles
And name every one in setting them free
The pond bed black with their number
Until we chased them, squealing with glee
I told my friends stories of bears in the wood
And of all the adventures I’d seen
And of all the lakes and ponds and fens,
And of all the rivers I’d seen
In the backcountry we would see bear
And beaver building their home
Crossing over field and fen and forest
With bare feet exploring unturned loam
Then came the days when I too would fish
Taking the pole in my two small hands
Trying my best to master the difficult art
And obey my father’s commands
Most of that time was spent untangling
The snares my eager casting wrought
Running at times from my own futile work
To see what my father had caught
Wading into the water with uncertainty
I’d try to imitate his solid stance
Feeling uncomfortable in my strange vest
And my stranger rubbery pants
I’d try to display the patience needed
To actually catch a fish
Casting my jumbled line to the water
With a grunt and a fond wish
We’d start and dawn and finish at dusk
Spending the day at this strange play
Leaving home with the rising of the sun
And not returning until the close of day
Our lunch was wild strawberries and such
Things found out in the wild
A fisherman in the backwoods of the world
And trailing behind, his child
Author notes
Written just for you! Maybe not easily turned into a song, but i've never been good at any of that anyhoo... anyways enjoy!(tis a true story!)
A contest entry
- fishing and camping by NeferMaatNetjer.
300 points, ended April 18, 2007, 5 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Your Favorite Camping or Nature Adventures **grin* prewrites allowed**grin* by thepoetssoul.
650 points, ended June 17, 2007, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This is a beautifully written poem A little longer than I asked for but a great read.NICE!!!
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Ok itwas a great write about fishing but not really about fly fishing other then the title and a mention of pops working at the shop. This was beautiful in all its wonder, I too remember the days of casting that line, and wishng for a bite,lol and heaven knows rarely ever got one. Well penned in deed and actually would sound good to some music.
Best of luck poet on a well penned experience,
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this is the best darn fishing song I have ever read.
It could use a couple tweaks here and there but overall
it flowed excellent and could easily be a song.
I did see a typo here, but like I said best fishing song
ever...
-Eddy
Taking the pole in my (two) small hands.
If you'd like I'd be more than happy to do a little
tweaking on it and post it back here after the contest
ends. I think this would have fit in good with the Alan Jackson CD with the song "When Daddy let me drive"
it has the same "feel good" quality as that one.
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awesome
YES! thats what I want! Humorous, Personal, with monents of cuteness. Definately in the spirit of the contest, and since it is specifically about fly fishing, you get a bonus. -
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i'm glad you enjoyed it!
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I've had many similar fishing trips, this is great, good luck in the contest!
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