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A Fishing Poem
Contributed by
absolutelyhooked
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Saturday, 13th June 2009 @ 11:47:12 AM in AEST
Topic:
FathersDayPoems
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He was a gentle old man Who reluctantly spoke And hed sit on the pier And hed fish and hed smoke His eyes and the lines on his face told a tale While his leathery hands drew the bait from a pale This man once a lad on this very wharf stood And he leapt and he shouted as loud as he could For each tiddler that wriggled on the end of his hook With excitement and pride he would offer a look To everyone passing hey see what I caught And hed show them his fish and hed ask what they thought But a lifetime had passed for that excited, fair boy Many years filled with heartache, discovery and joy Countless friends that have gone, fortunes both made and lost And yes lessons were learned but each came at a cost Now he sits and he lands every fish with such ease And in silence he packs up each days end and leaves Many times Ive fished by him not so close to offend And Ive learned from his actions and regard him a friend Though we speak very little and trade only a nod And we focus our stare at the end of a rod One day Ill replace him in his spot on this pier At my side another young face will appear To ask all of the questions, then it will, be my turn To quietly say son, just watch and youll learn
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Re: A Fishing Poem
(User Rating: 1 ) by Jenni_K on
Saturday, 13th June 2009 @ 01:17:24 PM AEST (User
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A tale well woven... I enjoyed this very much..and I think you could have titeld it, "The Circle Of Life" (just my thoughts)
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