James Edward Lee Sr. Poet Free verse

At the Old Fishing Lake

at the old fishing lake
In a kingdom full of whitefish
And the mussels are never filleting.
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at the old fishing lake
I remember I was oystering
That moment my soul grew scalloping
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And the estuaries never reefing 
Mudfish - mudfish – mudfish!
The lagoon laughed

As I threw in my line
Surprise carp and catfish whaling and barks
Dogs chasing squirrels onto rotten logs
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look at the water
into the pond bubble-bubble
circles swarms
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my line gyrating slightly moving and bobbing
guess the fishes are biting 
at the old fishing lake



6/25/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©

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Sand Blown June 27, 2020 at 7:20 PM ...brings back childhood memories of fishing for cat fish, carp and smelt where the stream entered the town harbor.... ...stan sand