Poem -
Fishing
Sitting there at the river side
Things begin to stare inside
The fact that we are all searching
trying our luck in life like Fishing
Throwing our rod into the lake
The desire to a meal we can't fake
The fact that we are all wishing
seeking the right spot like Fishing
We cast our nets with all hopes
And pray we don't have too much holes
For we want to enjoy what we've harvested
Feel the pleasure in what we've invested
A sense of fulfillment in the life we've been living
Like the way we got our first fish while we go Fishing.
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Hey cleo. This poem touches me in a great way. My grandpa was the one who first taught me to fish and showed me all the tricks of the trade . I have taken my son since and I am showing the ways to fish the grandpa way . Hugs to you rock
Hey Bradford, that's so lovely, my brothers and some friends took me fishing, it was so exciting and fun. It's amazing how a tiny fish could be so powerful under water.:-).Warm regards.