Sherry Asbury Poet Blank verse

Morning Fishing

Morning Fishing

Hungry mosquitoes buzz around the brush
Early morning brings the fishermen to the lake
They burp and pass wind, kings in their kingdom
The smell of cigars and cigarettes lace the thick
watery smell of the lake

They are solemn men, sucking brandy-laced coffee
from a thermos, warming up their own way
Soon the whirr of reels can be heard a anxious men
cast out into the mists, startling ducks and sending them
clustered and flustered into the early air

Though they stand only yards from one another
they maintain silence - fishing is serious business
Fishing makes them feel they are rugged men,
that plaid jackets and gimme hats make them rise
a step above their briefcase and top coat brothers
These men cringe at the turning of the world,
as nature is forced to surrender to civilization

One day the lake will be surrounded by houses and stores
Maybe a boat marina will cling to the shore
Maybe life will force them into realizing how mortal
each of them is

But this morning they cast and reel, lords of the lake

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Gershon Wolf December 1, 2018 at 8:08 PM You've captured this well, Sherry. I can just picture these guys doing their guy thing out early on the lake, be it in Wisconsin, Minnesota, or down South. So well depicted! ~ Gershon

Funom Makama December 1, 2018 at 12:23 PM Beautiful... So beautiful! Keep it up souper. Sherry Asbury December 1, 2018 at 1:27 PM Thank you so much for your kind comment. I can remember going when I was well...I loved it.

Carolyn Devonshire November 28, 2018 at 12:02 PM Don't think I would like to fish with the men you describe, Sherry. Took quite a few men offshore fishing on the Gulf of Mexico and while some did smoke and drink, we enjoyed the outings. Love the way you provide such detail -- felt like I was there! Hugs, Carolyn

Caren Krutsinger November 28, 2018 at 11:45 AM This poem is a FAV for me, because it brought my Daddy back into my mind. He and his cronies could do this for hours and hours and hours. They are all gone except one now, The South-side Boys. I wonder some times if the only one left still goes to the lake?