Catfish Poems - Poems about Catfish

... Oh how I’m wishing that I were fishing! I’d love to see the swishing that I’ve been missing. \\\\ ///\\\ //// \fins ‘n skins/ catfish dogfish goatfish lizardfish goosefish ......Read the rest...

...After the floods have washed away life hopes and dreams gone with each wave sitting now by a once-small creek, rife with catfish we never thought to save which, though river, now also a grave ......Read the rest...

...river catfish is startled by a splash he dives down into the lake hitting the natural springs unaware he made this loud noise with his enormous flipper of a tail......Read the rest...

...The catfish are all biting, while avoiding the lure. They cruise along the floor, seeking only their cure. Slowly they move to gather, in position to consume. When they quickly strike th......Read the rest...

...Brenda has a big bottom, it causes quite a wake as she swims toward me. Soft girl steaming up to my election chuffing like a tugboat, mouth as wide as a catfish. Such things are not written......Read the rest...

...in the spring my river has an unusually active flow tearing down her channel as if she is racing herself I stand in the verdant grass with bare toes, watching marveling at what delights might be h......Read the rest...

...It was in the early dawn of December especially Roosters began to crow in the farmer's huts repeatedly They welcomed the first light of day indirectly. The famers untied their ......Read the rest...

...Yvetta entered the forest quietly, barely making a noise. She saw some pixies and elves getting out mischievous toys. They noted her harp and wondered what she was about. One of them made a tiny s......Read the rest...

...Some fried chicken and fried potatoes, pot full of beans, and sliced tomatoes. I hear catfish sizzling in hot oil, and some fresh picked corn waiting to boil. Old folks sit at the big oak table......Read the rest...

...Heard my grandchildren the other day, “We’re bored to death” is all they could say, There just isn’t anything for us to do. That got me to thinking about how, the troubles that these youngsters h......Read the rest...

...With the hot summer sun beating down, leaving blisters on our necks and back. Walking through those swift murky currents, just you‘n me, and a gunny sack. Dipping our heads below the surface, ......Read the rest...

...Growing up in Podunk Missouri, meant that we had the freedom to roam. Up and down rivers and wooded hills, those places that we called home. Picked berries, peaches, plums, and cherries, and a......Read the rest...

...The bayou sky flies a catfish moon over swamp gators And cottonmouth vipers. Accordions, fiddles, and rub board vests Make their ramble through the undergrowth hot on the trail Of a sultry midsu......Read the rest...

...Fishing lures went on strike today Cheering was heard by bass, their prey Echoes from the listening waves wandered by. Applause and a parade headed to do or die Catfish and blue gill hollared s......Read the rest...

...Turquoise was demure and fancy. A light blue beauty, with pretty birdsong. Our famous Mama Queen Fisher bird. Smart too, with a flair for fishing. She lured the fish out of the lake with her me......Read the rest...