Little Bronze Faces
I was there when my kids caught their first fish.
Both times it was a pumpkin seed.
A fairytale looking fish -no bigger than a dream.
I don't angle much anymore as the kids are all grown.
My fishing buddies having drifted on.
Now when I see a pumpkin seed in the shallows.
I think of big smiles on tiny faces dashed with summer bronze.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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