Judy Ball Poet Quatrain

The Fisherman

THE FISHERMAN

He casts his net in cool deep water,
Intent on things below.
Silently I watch him work,
But he will never know.

The sun gleams off his sun bronzed back,
His muscles glisten, shine,
As sweat and water mingle,
Emphasize each line.

He comes out here most every day,
Fishing from a skiff,
Bare but for some faded shorts,
He gives my heart a lift.

                                              Judy Ball

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Carol Sunshine Brown July 6, 2011 at 6:59 AM I am enjoying reading the very diverse poetry here this morning in my Soupland. Words pouring onto paper from poets souls. What a joy to be able to sit and read such wonderful poetry for awhile today. Have a very good day Judy. Love, Carol Judy Ball July 6, 2011 at 7:19 AM And what a treat to receive such high praise from another poet. Thannk you so much Carol for stopping by with such encouragement. You are indeed a balm to the spirit. God Bless, JB

Andrea Dietrich July 5, 2011 at 9:06 PM Now that is different from the biblical fisherman. And VERY nice one to see! I really like this type of short poem from you that describes a piece of life! have I not faved you yet. You are such fun to read! Judy Ball July 5, 2011 at 10:05 PM Thank you so much my friend. Glad you liked this. I have two more about this particular fisherman. God Bless, JB