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The Fishing Hole

The Fishing Hole
by Jason Williams


Twenty years is quite a while.
And yet I still reminisce and smile,
thinking of those carefree times,
that we trekked and we climbed,
over fenceposts and through pasture,
to reach the fishing hole.

Oh, how I remember those hikes.
And the glow of the warm sunlight.
The smell of manure and wildflowers,
still shining with dew from the early hours.
Oh, how we’d joke and we’d laugh,
on our way to the fishing hole.

It was at the water’s edge,
where our love we first pledged,
and under pale blue skies,
I looked in your eyes.
And kissed your sweet lips.
Down at the fishing hole.

The fondest memory I can think of,
was out in the open, when we first made love.
On a blanket of grass we watched the sunrise,
and the dancing and buzzing of dragonflies.
They simply didn’t notice, we never caught a thing,
All those times at the fishing hole.
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**My poems with audio recordings can be found here:
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Date: 6/15/2017 5:20:00 AM
beautiful romantic memories Jason its a joy to read such a heartfelt write:-) hugs Jan xx
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Date: 6/15/2017 5:35:00 AM
Thanks Jan. I'm glad you enjoyed that one. The smiles that some memories elicit are eternal. :-)
Date: 4/12/2017 7:32:00 PM
No puppy love this Jason. Strong, sensual and deep, a love to keep.
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Date: 4/14/2017 2:49:00 PM
It certainly could have been I think Jean. But alas, he ended up moving to Kansas with his family. :-(
Date: 2/20/2017 12:26:00 AM
Your words paint beautiful pictures of summer love <3 And I have to say that you have a very nice voice, my friend. :)
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Date: 2/18/2017 5:52:00 AM
I love this poem so much :) It's so beautiful and full of imagery... I can picture us there!
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