Crappie Poems - Poems about Crappie

...Dad was loadin' rods and tackle, I was addin' fuel, as Mom hopped on with a picnic lunch that balmy afternoon. Another Sunday outing on the lake - our old routine - as sister Susie tossed the final ......Read the rest...

...My boy and I hung over the Elk Rapids dam railing Shirtless With lines swung in the churning water The iron hum of turbines rattling through our elbows He lands a nice Crappie And as he resc......Read the rest...

...Early last October, on a cool and breezeless morning, one o’ my grandsons, Grant, and I had a half a dozen lines Bobbin’ near the cattails, in a small secluded bay…catchin’ perch and crappie…when t......Read the rest...

...Moving to Lake Shore sites was definitely cool Our home was so large and faced the water Cameron fixed up an old boat We held hands on the dock He taught me how to cast a line and bait a hook He......Read the rest...

...I was remembering my father, just the other day. It’s been a lotta years, since Daddy passed away. My name is not important. My fathers name was Jim. He never called me by my name! I was alw......Read the rest...

...COPING WITH POO! Two young boys left in charge of a baby, A recipe for disaster that’s no maybe, Take baby to the local fair, Without a care, they did dare, Head for the whip, put baby on ......Read the rest...

...Most evenings, right around supper, when the sky was streaked red right before dark, the old man would talk of Oklahoma- the first time he hunted squirrel, down by Coal Creek, and how you cou......Read the rest...

...she is so crazy, sometimes lazy, also naughty, and many a time knotty she laughs when someone's sad. I get embarrassed and go mad, and tackle the situation by saying"laughter, the best medic......Read the rest...

...I've got a dish of killifish I wish to eat that silly fish Baked, or fried in peanut oil Roasted, dried, or let to boil. Make me a star-gazy pie Take me to the Catfish Fry Lead me to the Chin......Read the rest...

...A BUM FISHERMAN A fisherman’s wife waiting for her man. The slight finger she lifts, for waving fan. Grilled bass and crappie, a cure for flappy? The bum’s been devising a diet plan. 3/14/2......Read the rest...

...It is morn in the countryside late in the spring, and the lake is so placid and birds they all sing. All the flowers in bloom and the air is so clean; not a day that’s so lovely has ever been seen......Read the rest...

...Fred visits Bill every month at the facility he’s been in for years. Age and booze brought Bill there. He's still strapped to his bed so he can't go wandering again when he gets a taste for a......Read the rest...

...I cannot lie, I’m not that spry still angling is my game but never had luck with walleye pickerel by Ontario's name. We're windbound on Wasaksina waiting for the west wind to wane We're win......Read the rest...

...I was a mere lad of ten living on a prairie farm in Hoosier land, Roaming the fields in my old straw hat, barefoot, carefree and tanned. My faithful dog, Spooks, was always with me chasing rabbits,......Read the rest...

...A COLD MALE GOAT Chilly Billy SQUIRREL RUNNING IN CIRCLES Whirly Squirrely ANGRY MILK COWS Scary Dairy DOG WAKING FROM A NAP Groggy Doggy HAPPY KITTY Sanguine Feline SHORT T......Read the rest...