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Fishing at Dusk

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Fishing at Dusk

I cast out my line, not caring if I catch anything or not The sun is setting and the river sings its sweet song Fish ducks fly low over the water, saluting the dusk This is my place, the place I know I belong... A steelhead jumps at the head of the riffle Teasing me as he rises to grab the fly I acknowledge his place in life's scheme To him life's worries surely do not apply... A tug on my line brings me back again I set the hook and my heart skips a beat He jumps one or twice and spits the fly No matter, this lovely day is complete..

Copyright © Barbara Gorelick

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  1. Date: 12/18/2012 1:03:00 PM
    Great fish tale that you have woven in poetic form..Enjoyed reading your winning work..Congrats..Sara

  1. Date: 12/16/2012 11:13:00 AM
    I see you have the true soul of a fisher person. so lovely, and congrats for your placement.

  1. Date: 12/14/2012 7:28:00 PM
    I enjoyed the calm you portrayed Barbara. Congratulations... However: An agile trout rushed to its “school” the following day, anxious to tell its friends how it played a game with a fisherwoman. YarnSpinner

  1. Date: 12/14/2012 2:26:00 PM
    I would place this much higher....lovely poem for a fisherman !!

  1. Date: 12/14/2012 2:09:00 AM
    Congratulations on your winning spot Barbara very serene xx

  1. Date: 12/13/2012 10:45:00 PM
    Congratulations on your placement in my contest....Seren

  1. Date: 12/4/2012 3:03:00 PM
    this is lovely Barbara, your words are so relaxing so calm, wonderful poet

  1. Date: 12/3/2012 2:57:00 PM
    The gentle lure of evening breeze. Bestills the soul with peaceful ease. To know a serene breath of air. Is why I think that you don't care. Whether you catch a fish or not that is. :) Sounds like paridise Barbara.

  1. Date: 12/3/2012 2:39:00 PM
    My Dearest Only MOST BeLOVEd, Barbara, How I wish YOU had come to the cabin when I was there we could go up to the lake, Fish and picnic, then that would be the LOVEly Day Completed. LOVE YOU ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Eternal Liege...HG

  1. Date: 12/3/2012 7:25:00 AM
    I used to like fishing too from a slow row boat..I guess the floating really lured me! so nice to read your work to start the day..Light & Love