Empty Net

My balsa wood float rides ripple and wave My bait unappealing today Fingers frostbitten but I shall be brave As I try to catch something to weigh The cormorant seems to be doing okay The seagull is eating his fill The otters aren’t gonna go hungry today And the pike is awaiting a kill The Kingfisher fishes alone and aloof The heron jabs quick as a spear This riverside haven, I’ve fished since my youth I still bring a truck load of gear But ponder this truth under my canvas roof There used to be far more fish here

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Constance La France

Date: 3/2/2021 3:12:00 PM

Terry, congratulations on your win in Carolyn's contest with this excellent poem _Constance

Terry Flood
Date: 3/2/2021 3:49:00 PM

Thank you Constance. I’d had a couple of days of almost complete brain freeze. Then this kinda just happened. Terry

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 3/1/2021 11:36:00 AM

Florida takes steps to protect its fish population, but more is to be learned. When red snapper season started, I caught two filled with eggs that could have helped replenish the species. I could really relate to this awesome poem, Terry. Congratulations on a second place in the contest! Best wishes, Carolyn

Terry Flood
Date: 3/2/2021 1:42:00 AM

Thank you Carolyn. I suspect that the fishermen of Florida would wonder what frost bitten fingers are. Actually they’re commonplace in the UK... usually between January and December.... brrrrrr.

Tom Cunningham

Date: 2/28/2021 11:03:00 AM

Sounds like the one that got away Terry, makes you wonder if it's pollution or over fishing. Hope you're weekend is going well. Tom

Terry Flood
Date: 2/28/2021 11:37:00 AM

Or just another fisherman’s excuse? Have a good evening, Tom. Terry

Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 2/28/2021 6:59:00 AM

I really like this piece. I feel that sadness. I see far fewer of all of those birds on the waterways near me, and frogs no longer sing. Excellent poem, going into my faves. xomo

Terry Flood
Date: 2/28/2021 10:57:00 AM

Thanks Maureen. so glad you enjoyed. Terry