Fishing
Fishing
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On the river, with my pole
down along , the fishing hole
lots of bait, a fishy bite
here I sit, with much delight.
Quiet times, they come so few
that is why I cherish you
crisp fresh air, with quiet sound
for me, inner piece is found.
I arrive so very early, enjoying all my time
relaxing in the shade, which simply feels divine
I stay here all day, just hoping I can borrow
a little more tranquility, to take with me tomorrow.
5/24/14-Jessica Thompson
Copyright © Jt Nyx | Year Posted 2014
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