Without preamble, he abandoned
protractor and pencil
and decided he’d try his hand at catching supper -
like a prehistoric caveman
on the quest for food.
In preparation he loaded up
fishing pole and worms,
worn wicker creel and rusty hooks
and without further pretense
headed south to Anderson creek.
A predator on the prowl,
he skillfully cast line
into tranquil pools where large trout
lay lazy in the sunlight
reluctant to bite,
however tempting the bait.
As the afternoon wore on,
hot and humid,
low rumblings became the prelude
to the predictable precipitation to follow
and he hurried home
with empty creel
to his mother’s dinner of prime rib.
A contest entry
- Word Bank Anyone? - An unPRedictable PResentation by Pamela A Lamppa.
3500 points, ended March 9, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Ruth, where's the trophy?
There's just something
about,
trout.
FIN
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If I could solve the meal predicament with Prime Rib, I would be in my glory. OH this just left me with such a smile. Great use of the word bank. I enjoyed this very much. Well done and a wonderful entry. Thank you for this. ~Pamela
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I do believe
I have fished in that exact spot. The one with the large trout reluctant to bite. Don't remember getting prime rib though. Salmon or oyster casserole probably.
Liked the scene Ruth.
Jim
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