Gone Fishing

My father warned me against fishing on a Sunday.
Said God's wrath would be on my head.
But everyone was still sleeping.
So I knew I could make it back before the first eye opened.
I could see the lake from my window.
So I knew I could make it back in time, that is unless 
my five-year-old sister came into my bedroom. 

Then for sure, she would go into ma and pa's room.
That would be the end of me.

I loved the fresh smell out there in the misty mornings.
The mud, the fresh-smelling grass, the dragonflies, and 
all their beautiful colors.
Even at night when you could see the fireflies glowing.
It always felt so magical to me.
From my earliest memories the lake and rivers 
 were like the blood flowing through my veins.


Thurs. 10 pm  9/ 8/ 2016    Made up story
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Inman Avatar
March 13, 2018 at 8:01 PM
This is beautiful Debbie. Much of what we write is imagined. The key is to relay to the reader your emotions and you have very effectively accomplished that.
Makama Avatar
July 19, 2017 at 1:56 PM
You just unzipped the covers of my mind to the unprecedented worship of your adorable lines with a powerful choice of words that can't just be ignored. Showers of your wisdom is well palpated in this page and the only thing I can say is a big WELL DONE! Can't wait to have more of your mental command flowing through my reading mind.
Callus Avatar
July 5, 2017 at 4:26 PM
The love and call of nature....the resolve...the rush of excitement at going against the rules...and your magical pen are ingredients which make this poem a delight to read, Debbie! I love fishing...I write poetry in the sparkling water! Regards // paul
Andresen Avatar
July 4, 2017 at 3:02 PM
- No reason to not fishing on a Sunday   ... we need food on sunday too - a great story, Debbie - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Williams Avatar
July 4, 2017 at 8:03 AM
What a beautiful story,so tangible. I could almost taste the air, smell the fresh grass, hear the river and see those fireflies. I hope you caught a fish, even if you didn't Fishing is so relaxing.So enjoyed it Debbie...Maria
Dietrich Avatar
July 3, 2017 at 11:19 PM
Yes, that is right. You had told me you read about it.Anyway, have you actually ever enjoyed fishing as a child?
Daniel Avatar
July 3, 2017 at 6:15 AM
Very nice memories from your childhood, I guess, Debbie:)
Dietrich Avatar
July 2, 2017 at 11:08 PM
I take it you went fishing on Sunday and I hope your sister did not tell on you!! This was very cute and made me think you must be a great fan of nature and fishing.
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