These Shores
By these bonnie banks and these bonnie shores
It's where I sit in wonderment adore
My humble seat, my rod and myself
Fishing the deep cast from a continental shelf
This place where I sit is monstrous in size
If you could peer to it's depths in amazement you'd sigh
Undulations of height traverse it's path
Being there millions of years there their to last
Every ripple I watch in the hope of a fish
In desire it's a monster is every fisherman's wish
But it's not just the fishing that captures my desire
It's the scenery of beauty, allowing my heart to never tire
My brolly I lower, to both hands at my rods helm
Splish splashing now ventures, it's pull now overwhelms
What have I caught, is it every fisherman's dream
No, it's the beauty of being here, so beautiful in extreme
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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2012
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