The soft whining of the line being tossed
Through the air causes my thoughts to be lost,
Yet, I don't care.
On the water of the river, I never
Feel more at peace. My daily endeavor
Will, hopefully, never cease.
The aluminum jon shifts and sways
With the passing waves. Waterbirds soar
To some southern paradise. I notice
And think, "how nice".
Fish make their presence known
By leaping from the depths, but then they are gone.
Autumn trees are bare of their leaves;
Gators are hibernating, or so it seems.
Daylight is fading- I start the outboard.
Supper sounds nice so I head for my humble abode,
Dragging with me my fishy load...
A contest entry
- Sound in Poetry by jocelynclaire.
400 points, ended December 13, 2007, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Wonderful write
I absolutely love fishing I love this piece its awesome
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