The Fisherman

 

Fresh line on reel and gears all oiled

Tackle gathered and poles packed

One thermos served hot and fly’s on my hat

The Sun is trying to wake as I stealth to my hidden place

No phones to ring, no memos to send no legal’s to proof.

As I play to  the wind and speak not a word, hope for the best

As a ripple I see, with patience I’ll bait the lunker I’ve planned

And all before I wet my first lure and cast off from land.

 

 

Reviews

[Gomer LePoet]

Sounds like a nice day. I like to sit in a boat on a quiet stream or lake enjoying the wildlife that is drawn there. Not much of a fisherman though. If it comes blackened with baked potato, fresh asparagus and a nice glass of Pinot Grigio in a nice restaurant that's fine.

[zainul]

Wonderful poem.
Love it.

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Love this
Your on a roll here lately girl
Being the country girl I am and from Oklahoma too, I love to fish.
Didnt get to go this year, already making plans for next year though.
Great flow Cherrie