Go Fish The Big One

Ah, childhood hopes and dreams - I liked this poem :)

- I've never liked fishing...not the patience to wait for "the big one" :))) - A great poem for fishing memories, Paula....best wishes in the contest :) - hugs

What a lovely childhoold experiences creatively expressed in your awesome poem my dear poet friend Paula. Love and enjoyed immensely reading this gem today. Thanks for sharing. Sorry for the late visit again. Blessings to you and best wishes always. Hugs

Yes, to a child a bream is a big one. LOL..I giant grouper would be more than they could manage. Isn't childhood wonderful for most children. Thanks for sharing this one with us and reminding me to dream like a child. Sara K

That's a brilliant write. Loved reading it. Warmest wishes

Dear Paula, your poem enlivens those sweet childhood memories that tend to go dormant. A splendid piece! Warmest wishes, my poet friend.. ~Susan

Nice! They must cast their line first…perhaps they won’t play old maid…lol

I'm still looking to catch the big one -lol!

Dear Paula, You brought such a wave of nostalgia and gentle hope! I instantly remembered those childhood games of Go Fish and all those big dreams we’d cast out alongside our lines. There’s something so sweet about the way you capture the curiosity and wonder of waiting for in all those childhood hopes that still linger. Blessings, My Dear Paula, Daniel

I do remember Paula! I often reflect on childhood, your sweet poem is a wonderful reminder! I really enjoyed reading it this morning! Happy Friday xxoo

I think that my 'big one' got away... lol.

It is a pleasant thought to think of one day catching the big One, Paula. Thank you for the trip back to those days when the Big One was still important to us. Have a pleasant evening my friend. A poet friend in Texas, Bill

your poem sparked a memory of fishing with my dad from his old flat bottom boat out in the middle of a lake....we nabbed the big one....what a delightful experience to have with my dad. Anyway, I found your poem captivating. Wishing you a blessed evening, Sara

As a young girl I was captivated by Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn, so I made a fishing pole from a branch, found discarded fishing line and hooks on the shore of the lakes or rivers where our family would go, and bait my line with marshmallows or the scraped insides of clams, etc. My dad was so shocked, I always caught fish even when he didn't, he couldn't believe it! They were always little ones, and I always threw them back. Your poem was memory provoking, thank you, very sweet :)

In the film, "Godfather Part II", Fredo receited Hail Mary's with his line in the water. That was his secret he revealed to his nephew Anthony. Reading this fine work reminded me of that scene in the movie.

As a youngster, Paula, I just wondered when I was gonna catch a fish… any fish. There were very many times that I spent eight hours sat beside a canal and caught nothing. Nowadays, I do wonder if the next fish will be THE fish. Enjoyed your poem, Paula. Terry

Go Fish The Big One ~ Date Written:7/31/2025 ~ Written By A Human Poet.......