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I Know a River Where the Fish Fly in the Sky

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Little Boy Fishing

Antonio Ermolao Paoletti (1834 - 1912)

I know a river where the fish fly in the sky. Sheltered by boundless ember morning sky, a lull stillness, it refuses to say goodbye; I breathe deep in submission quiver and sigh. Drifting upriver in my small fry fishing boat wishing for a plate of fried fish, so, I wore my lucky coat. It's out there waiting for a moving worm afloat. A dragonfly hover by, big bass launch into the air. Dangling my pole over the boat there, I stare. Speckle trout; come with me, my cupboard is bare. I spent all day as the fish just laughed, bait writhe at the end of the hook as they passed. Splash! A nibble, then a take. Holy Moly, largemouth bass. 11/4/2021 Example for Contest

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Date: 11/7/2021 4:56:00 AM
That's a lovely Poem. Beautiful imagery. Very well penned Eve. Blessings
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Date: 11/5/2021 2:38:00 AM
Eve….you write beautiful poems which take me the place you write of ! That’s a great gift Eve. Debx
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Date: 11/4/2021 6:19:00 PM
Very nice verse on the image Eve..
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Date: 11/4/2021 12:07:00 PM
Good one, Eve. Many years ago, I would sit by the creek all day long and never get a nibble. My grandfather would spit on the bait and bring in fish right and left. I can relate to the kid.
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