Trouting
At times I’d take my fishing rod,
Get in my car and drive
Myself straight into Paddy’s Pond
Through summer’s countryside
And there beneath a sky of blue,
Beside small lapping waves,
I’d fish away an hour or two,
Content my trouting craves.
Then sometimes on the Access Road
I’d take me to Gull Pond,
There sit upon a boulder’s edge
And fish three hours long.
Down in those waters some did say,
There’s trout of awful size.
I know; I saw one caught one day-
A good two feet - no lies.
Then too, some other places show
Good fishing for to do,
Like Soldier’s and Triangle Pond-
Other favourites too.
Yes, just to get away at times,
Alone with just my rod
And fish for trout in inland ponds
Is pleasure - “Thank you God”.
A W.C.Hull Poem © 1980-2022-117 (B)
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