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A tale from the riverbank



Perched
on a bamboo creel

smeared in jungle formula

holding a net by the coffee coloured
pool-

I watched him

wearing a fly infested hat and eel green waders

waist deep in water.

Hour upon agonizing hour would pass-

dodging bats

rats?

and home - made buzz bombs.

Until eventually-

to the brain crunching sound of a
rusty reel ratchet

he would trudge through the stones
to the grass where I sat
and sigh,

'I thought there would have been fish in there.
Not a bloody thing, not even a nibble.'

It took all my self control
not to scream
at him-

'Maybe YOU never got a nibble,
but at least you got a shot of the rod.
I've been sat on this bloody box all night,
arse in agony, being bitten to buggery by midges!'



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In loving memory of my grandad, George, who introduced me to the joys of fishing.

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  • Emmyb gold member
    March 12

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    this is funny. why did you write this? im laughing quite a lot at it. but its great. really amusing read.
    and of course, a very very well written poem.

    congrats on this one

    thanks for entering it

    emmy


  • georgie
    November 18, 2008

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    actually i thought it was the authors comment that made this piece even funnier... and fishing tis always a fave of mine... had some v funny fishing trips.
    hugs,
    georgie n shane,
    xxx


  • Asdzaa Nadleehe
    April 10, 2008

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    lol... I love this...such a wonderful life story...
    Best wishes with this entry..
    Many blessings to you.
    ~A~


  • Swan song gold member
    April 9, 2008
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    Now this is a good gold winning poem. true to life good imagery and funny!!!!!


  • Inside and out
    March 25, 2008

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    I am in awe! A well deserved gold trophy for this wonderfully written poem. I am speechless...which is an absolute first!

  • macplodski
    March 19, 2008

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    Excellent

    As your Grandad would probably have said to you, yur a grand poet young un. Congratulations on the GOLD!!!!


  • RyanosaurusWrecks
    March 17, 2008
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    yeah

    I knew you would win

    and im glad you did...congrats are in order


  • misticmoonlite gold member
    March 17, 2008

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    aw this is so cute, aren't grandpas awesome? I often thought about me and my cousins and brothers going with him, i never had to bait a hook as long as he was there,loland I usually got at least 1 big fishso I thought 12" trout, lol
    thank you for this entry and bringing back memories...good luck...
    Moons


  • MyMudPies
    March 17, 2008

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    lol...this was good..it started off all sweet and happy and ended as a nagging...I loved it...this truly was very cute. I hope you feature more i like your style. Great write,
    Stephanie


  • aboomer silver member
    March 17, 2008

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    This was wonderful in images and emotion! Loved it! My father loved fishing, but I am allergic to those dreadful gnats and couldn't go with him very often (although Ben-Gay is great for keeping them away!)....so this was a nice 'memory twitch' for me. I truly enjoyed it.
    best wishes in your contest.


  • sheltered
    March 17, 2008

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    Refreshing dialect and a much appreciated precursor to summer. Yea, soon we'll all have something new to complain about... but at least it will be new!!!


  • grannyeri gold member
    March 17, 2008

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    Such a vivid memory you share here - something you will never forget. Loved the personal touch and how you show that your grandfather loved you so much he did not want to disturb your fun of watching him fish. LOL You would have done the same for him, wouldn't you? Cute write.


  • Nangaleema
    March 17, 2008

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    Wow! Very visual.

    The title drew me in to read this poem.

    This painted a concrete picture in my head of the scene. My favorite part is: "to the brain crunching sound of his rusty reel ratchet". Every word counted - there was nothing superfluous. I felt as though I was peeking through the foliage watching the scene from the riverbank as well. Great Job. - NANGALEEMA


  • z etoile
    March 17, 2008

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    Awe.. what a great tribute to your grandad.. I am not sure you enjoy fishing, but nonetheless your grandad sounded special

  • RyanosaurusWrecks
    March 17, 2008

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    aint fishing grand?
    lol
    your imagery and adjectives will hopefully push the other entries out of the judges thoughts....great job, yuo have set a new standard

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