Best Bobber Poems

Going fishing with a cane pole and
            a can of worms and hooks and...

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His long cane pole limber and perfect,
Patiently waiting, his eye on the bobber
For his prey, he has the utmost respect,
The big fish almost becoming his...

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Dad an’ I were tryin’ hard to land a pan o’ Redeye just outside o’ Huntsville 
off a dock on Mouzon Lake,
When I got all...

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I didn’t even know about the trip we were to make.
That very first adventure that old Gramps and I would take, 
I’ll not forget the...

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You are about to enter another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. A wondrous land whose boundaries are those...

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Motor is nudged to life in an arcing motion, arm pulling 
cord. Vein-furrowed hands grasp the fishing pole, 
slinging bait and tackle beneath one arm....

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Hook, Line and Sinker
I went fishing by myself today
It is not something I normally do
I like to sit by the water’s edge
Watching the light reflect...

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(Remembering Innocence)


Note to Readers of Previous Versions:
There are so many new vignettes scattered throughout the poem that I hope you will reread the whole thing!...

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Long trips we would take
As we awake another day
Grab our poles and head to the lake
For this is a day we surely have to make

My...

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I the fisherman wait patiently by
For patience I developed 
Back when I cried
My stalking is simplistic 
I have what they like
I only spring into action...

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When summer's in the meadow
and the bluebird's on the wing,
I love the simple pleasures
that a country morn can bring.
Then all the world's a cane pole
with...

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I miss...

taking care of you.
making your meals and snacks for you.
telling you " Good morning ", each and every day.
taking you to school and wishing...

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I watched the old man mosey to his favorite fishing spot.
Ahead of him his faithful dog capered at a lively trot.
No fancy fishing lures for...

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Teaching me how to put on the hook and bait,
He would cast it for me and then we'd wait

With three other kids he would go...

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It is so hard to let go of love,
lovingly.

It sharks, 
unpeels more gut more quickly
than reel or reeler ever lost
in all those years of lazy...

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