Bobber Poems - Poems about Bobber

...On the banks of a river, with a rod in my hand. With the sun on my face, whilst i'm feeling suntanned. I sit by the river and let my worries fade. With dreams of a big one, whilst looking for shad......

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...water ripples near bobber bounces in water still no stinkin fish......

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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 of imagination; Your next step- The Twi-Light Zone. Someti......

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...I contemplate the bobber on the water. It is as still as a friend’s prayer at meeting. Connected to this moment by monofilament I sit as if I were asleep. A gust of north wind roils the surfa......

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...snuggled up to the gentle fire under the moon and stars he rests his head and nestles into a long lingering swig of whiskey that drifts his mind on the night breeze like the billowy puff s......

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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 cobber. He’d seen it swim among t......

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...THE 15 PRIORITIES OF FISHING 1) doing something together 2) watching the bobber go under 3) feeling that tug/tension on the line 4) what you catch 5) size of what you c......

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...A soft bed, a good book, a big brother Listening to stories that sweeten dreams Expressively read to us by Mother A fishing pole, bobber, and muddy streams Catching grasshoppers and earthworms ......

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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 a bobber and a line, the catfish are......

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...with doser in hand walking the land scape waiting for a sign that my rod may tug like a fishing line letting the bobber sign what i've tried to find i've found under this mound......

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...there's only one way straight down is all you control so use a bobber line through a swivel with sinkers and lucks good bait play out line and wait tick tick heavy weight a slow to reel in......

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...Sitting on the old black oak, where we used to fish together, lost in the past, I think back, and remember a better day. You wrote to me about your new ship, and new friends, and your new Pontiac,......

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...Oh, Don't Blame Me! Oh, don't blame me, at times (if I miss better rhymes,) When my thoughts are like Jell-O that doesn't congeal, Must we fault 'rush to judgments,' when......

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...The Prize The bobber floats, but when it dips, my heart skips for hooked lips. The line tightens, the tug is strong, I reel in. The fight is on. It's a tug of war, an uncooperative catch, an unoile......

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...I used to fish from the banks of a lake next to our farm many many years ago. My fishing gear consisted of a thin branch cut from a willow tree. For a hook I used a needle my mom gave me. I wou......

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