Best Gone Fishing Poems
The snow so deep… That it was over our heads… Was a melting by the hour!
Give it a day, or two at most… and with this heat… it would all be gone, forever!
But in the meantime, we were sadly stuck, in mud, deep, within our own backyard!
The water couldn't run off fast enough; our backyard had become a swamp, marred!
Just then, low and behold my old Volkswagen bubbled up, thru the mud it came!
You know, the one, surely you do! Last year it had floated down the storm drain!
Now, low and behold something got out! OH WHAT I’ll never, ever, really know!
Said he was the REAL Swamp Thing, and tired of spring-cleaning his house, so…
He chained the car to a tree, as he hopped out. Said his name was “Gone Fishing”.
Said his Mama read it on a sign, and used it to name her sweet, baby, Swamp Thing!
But then, he saw our back yard, he shouted in delight and decided to visit for a spell!
After all, it’s turned into a real swamp! And he’s the real Swamp Thing! So, Do Tell!
Dragon, the penguins, and all else, followed him straight, to the swamp so profound..
The penguins slid down the muddy slope, and followed the Swamp Thing all around.
But when Dragon tried, his weight got him stuck! We had to wench him, to the shore.
Mud became the name of the day, with mud and snowball fights going on, in galore!
Everyone was in seventh heaven, ‘Gone Fishing’ the same, as they slide, all about!
Fun ensued! For how often can he vacation about? Only once a year! No doubt!
After 2 days of fun, the snow was almost gone, so we cleaned them, as they played.
Yes, the fire hydrant was turned on! Dragon threw his Penguins, happily, into the spray!
That shot them almost to the moon above! The closest to flying they would ever be!
They soared then slide down the street. Even Dragon did play this time! How sweet!
But ‘Gone Fishing’ knew his vacation was up. So he waved a hearty good bye…
As he jumped into the Volkswagen again, and let it fly, and man, could that baby, fly!
It flew down the street, and back down the drain! Before our very own eyes!
That was the last time we saw the Swamp Thing, as we waved, a sad goodbye!
But next time it snows to mile high deep… as it melts, we’ll be looking for our friend.
Here lies our story of ‘Gone Fishing”. It’s real! Honest! To you, I’d never lie! I defend!
And I expect, where ever he really is now… He’s ‘Gone Fishing’…THE END
barefoot and laughing
dad and daughter fish off pier
bonding over bait
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GONE FISHING
A few years ago, I went fishing,
With Larry & Don off the Jones Beach Pier,
We had no clue if the fish were biting,
But at least the day was sunny and clear.
We first stopped at the bait and tackle shop,
To pick up a batch of fresh bait,
So we put some squid on the fishing hooks,
We cast off and then began to wait.
Larry happened to be in the middle,
I was to his left, and Don to his right,
Then Don felt a tug on his line,
Whatever it was, started to put up a little fight.
Don reeled in his line all the way,
He caught something that looked kind of freakish,
It looked like half fish and half bird,
It was a Sea Robin, but at least it was a fish.
A little while later, something attached to my line,
And I felt my fishing rod start to bend,
I also ended up catching an ugly Sea Robin,
Don and I seemed to have started a trend.
The 2 of us were catching Sea Robins,
We were catching them literally left and right,
Oddly they seemed to avoid Larry’s hook,
And I could sense he was getting uptight.
The next thing I know, I had trouble with my reel,
I messed it up and felt like a jerk,
So Larry said to me, “Let’s just switch rods”,
And I will try to get yours to work.”
It wasn’t too long, while using Larry’s rod,
That I got another fish on the line,
This just added insult to injury,
I thought his frustration level would cause him to resign.
But the 3 of us had a good laugh,
We continued casting our lines in the bay,
I was hoping that Larry’s luck would turn around,
But he didn’t catch a single fish that day.
Carl Yastrzemski
playing days are gone
how are the fish biting?
Gone Fishing
I know of nothing that can happen badly,
When a man goes fishing with a wee laddie.
The poles they carry along with the bait,
Says, ‘Gone fishing early and staying late.’
When a man goes fishing with a small boy,
The lad is as happy as playing with a new toy.
We would sit on the bank and bait our hooks,
We have forgotten work, and school and books.
As we sat there alone on the bank,
Our minds seem to gradually go blank.
However, the excitement is about to begin,
A nibble and the lad will fight to the end.
At times it seems this fish would win,
The lad fights back and looks at me with a grin.
“Don’t give up the fight,” I shout,
I looked over at the lad and he had caught a huge trout.
The grin has now turned into a large smile,
This smile won’t go away for a long, long while.
“Look!” he said, “At what I did.”
I said “That’s a huge fish you caught today, kid.”
There’s one thing that I’m sure,
The lad out fished me with his lure,
Someone asked him, “Where have you been?”
He answered “I have been fishing, and I want to go again.”
©2010 Lynn B. Glover
Such a wonderful sunny day of a day,
walking along in my walkiest way.
Waving to birds as they sing in the tree,
each song so special, just for me.
I came upon a sparkling lake,
under a shade tree a rest I would take.
On the softest grass in the coolest shade,
a fishing pole I soon cleverly made.
A stick of twisted crookedest wood,
from my pocket some string, tied best as I could.
A feather was found, just what I sought,
tied to the string with my knottiest knot.
Into the pond went feather and string,
slowly to shore the feather to bring.
Just as I hoped a fish followed it in,
he looked up at me and gave me a grin.
He was blue and gold in the silvery sun,
with spots then stripes where the spots were done.
Bright green eyes so large and clear,
small red fins with a large tail to steer.
“Where is the worm and the hidden hook?”
he asked me in a strangest fishiest look.
I smiled and replied, “That's not my task,
only some chat and friendship I ask.”
He leaped in the water, did a flippity flip,
splashed me with water till I did drip.
We laughed and laughed at his folly and fun,
but our time together had just begun.
We chatted about weather and the cool blue pond,
family and friends we held so fond.
Shared a sandwich of jelly and bread,
while he talked of fish schools and things that he said.
Finally the time came to say goodbye,
the string from my pole I did untie.
String in my pocket, feather to ground,
a handshake and smile to my new friend found.
Back on my path down the grassy lane,
perhaps one day I would return again.
Such a wonderful sunny day of a day,
walking along in my walkiest way.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr
5/13/16 ©
It's the weekend and time to decompress
Hopped on the boat and out to sea I went
Gone fishing out of Montauk New York
In the Atlantic Ocean
With just perfect wind and right tide
And beautiful sunshine
A fabulous feeling spread thru me
I knew it was gonna be a great day at sea
Her lady boat is flying like a race horse
Taking me away from land
Leaving all my worries and stress behind
Only looking forward to catch that one big fish
No disappointment there
I arrived at the right home of big fish
Smile
Akkina R Downing
7-17-17
My father warned me against fishing on a Sunday.
Said God's wrath would be on my head.
But everyone was still sleeping.
So I knew I could make it back before the first eye opened.
I could see the lake from my window.
So I knew I could make it back in time, that is unless
my five-year-old sister came into my bedroom.
Then for sure, she would go into ma and pa's room.
That would be the end of me.
I loved the fresh smell out there in the misty mornings.
The mud, the fresh-smelling grass, the dragonflies, and
all their beautiful colors.
Even at night when you could see the fireflies glowing.
It always felt so magical to me.
From my earliest memories the lake and rivers
were like the blood flowing through my veins.
Thurs. 10 pm 9/ 8/ 2016 Made up story
There's a fellow named Robert O'Toole.
He's the principal down at the school.
He cut classes today,
So the gossips all say.
Went fishing for bass in the car pool.
This may sound a tad bit strange
But I can promise you it's true
It all took place in the fishing town
Of Pleasant Valley one sunny afternoon
All of the sudden fishing line started popping
Out of the lake onto the shore
Not one or two lines, expect as you might
But lines tossed out by the score
Each and everyone had items attached
Some candy bars while others had cans of beer
There were even a few diamond rings
The kind the ladies love to wear
People in surrounding towns soon heard about
All the hub bub down at Pleasant Valley Lake
They all jumped in their cars and like shooting stars
Shot out across the state
They arrived there in time to each grab a line
And give that line a slight tug
Realizing to late, dragged into the lake
Rub a Dub Dub straight into the tub
Just as quick as this whale of a tale got started
All the fishing lines were drawn away
The only ones left were the few who got tossed back
Because the fish had reached their limit that day
It was one of them nights with nothing to do
We sat round the log fire in the inn like you do
Telling ghost stories and massive white lies
Old Harry snuffed his pipe out, light shone in his eyes
I will tell you a story, once fishing, its true
I once went on the lake with Jimmy McGrew
We was drinking and smokin and things were all fine
When suddenly a snatch back, something caught the line
Well it would not come up, it was stuck or got snagged
I caught a whale, Old Jimmy he bragged
After a time, he said , for goodness sake
I will have to go down there, go into the lake
So Jimmy jumped in but he came back up fast
He couldn’t catch his breath all wheezy and gasps
I says, to Jimmy, what’s going on
We gotta get out here, come on, come on
Something had spooked him, that was sure clear
I never seen Jimmy so taken with fear
When we was back, on old Terra Fermain
He was much calmer, I asked him again
You won't believe what I saw, he did said
There was a guy down there, standing on the bed
Just standing right there with a net in his hand
Stood there, right standing, his feet on the sand
We went into town and he told the law
They came to the lake with their frog suits and all
After a while they went down for a look
Then they came back for a rope and a hook
One said to Jimmy, you saw him its true
We understand how he scared you we do
Its not what you that think, that guy is long dead
Just try and get him from inside your head
He ain’t stood there, standing, like a monster alive
I tell you what we found when we did go dive
He,s been missing for some time, Its Cornelius Peggs
The thing is, that he had artificial legs
They heavy from iron and got stuck in the sand
Boat accident I guess from that net in his hand
a flash of silver
dangles from my fishing rod
grilled trout for tea
11-21-17
Gone fishing.
We decided to go fishing,
Granddad Dad and I .
We booked a Bed and Breakfast
up in the Isle of Skye.
We set off Friday morning
with lots of fishing gear,
and Granddad even managed
to sneak aboard some beers.
Up the road we went,
arriving late at night,
and in the early morning
my goodness what a sight.
The mountains stood so purple
and on the Loch a haar.
We were quickly down for breakfast
and then back to the car.
We drove down to the Loch
and hired a lovely boat.
The weather was quite nippy
so we buttoned up our coats.
We settled down to fish.
It was a brilliant day,
and Granddad told me stories
of the ones that got away.
We rowed back to the quay
and unloaded all our fish.
The day was quite successful,
even more than we could wish.
I tied the boat up tight
and walked back to the car.
When someone drew attention,
by shouting from a far.
A man was standing pointing,
back towards the quay,
and there we saw the boat
floating out to sea!
Grandad looked at Father,
then Father looked at me.
"I thought it was secure,
how can this possibly be".
"When it comes to tying rope,
the skills i have not got,
you thought i was a Sailor,
I am a frayed knot"!
To say the world is an odd place'
is to say it may or may not rain tomorrow
There is the dilemma,
for nothing about the world
between birth and death is understandable
As an example
A young man walked into a store
where I was waiting to check out
hanging from both his ears were massive
ear rings,
the kind wore to only get attention
and attention he got, from me and
a couple of others
the guy behind me said "those have to hurt"
I just nodded
the young man must have heard us
so he spoke with a proud voice " pretty cool ear rings
don't you think"
and I replied as dry as I could " I don't know
if you really wanted to be cool
you would have worn eagle claw fish-hooks
with live worms hanging from them"
"Wow" was his reply..impressed by how out there
that would have been
My thought was how crazy is it that me
a normal guy could be crazier than the guy
wanting to be crazy
then I said " maybe you should go fishing more often"
with that I wanted to tell him there is a fine line between fishing
and sitting on the bank holding on to a piece of string
I afraid this guy is going to go through life
holding on to a piece of string,
never to catch a fish, it's more important to get attention
than to actually catch something
What an upside down world we live in
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