Peace Fishing Poems

the fish are jumping
     the big green frogs are croaking
          the shade...

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Fading shadows silent flee.' Fluttering wings and bird calls
Clear ringing around.. Sunlight feeds dawntime lapping
Water babbles its sound..Its firm the earth; under a mossy
Down, a...

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Pop was a devoted fly-fisherman who woke in the quiet predawn hours and stumbled, blurry-eyed out of the house with his loaded thermos in his...

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I’ll hang out here and hope to see
My hungry heart filled to the brim
With one of these little fish, my plea
Is that I’m watching my...

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Oh! Life is so good here, 
Living in a beautiful African village,
Where most  people dream about doing farming, hunting , cultivating and fishing. 

Life is...

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New Shoes

"Grandpa, my shoes are too small, 
or maybe my feet or too big?"

"You are going to be ten foot tall, 
if you don't stop...

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Fishing

There is no peace to equal that, 
of fishing by a Lake,
or a stream, or river broad, 
or pond within a wood,

If worries you would...

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Sprinting stick legs carry my midday mission 
Stiff breeze whips sand, removes thin prints
Bringing crammed crab, grabbed in precision 
Urgent payps brief cease brings peace...

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Have you ever watched them fly?
Birds I mean in the clear blue sky 
In formation like on combat patrol 
Wings spread with an image of...

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faithful dog
by our side
fishing off the dock



posted on September 12, 2019...

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casting on the dock
fishing
with bread crumbs



posted on September 7, 2019...

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Fish

A half dozen, small fins…
bought from the pet shop. 
Now swimming free in an ocean,
of rock, plastic flowers, and artsy things…
“All” part of the bigger...

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A King he was, 
     so large and mighty.

All men wished to find him.

The plaque he’d make, 
   ...

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How can one hold such fondness for a spot?

     Yet, here I fish, knee-deep in my best friend ...

  ...

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Shadows of trees at my back,
Sitting on the shore line is where I am at.
Hook, line and sinker,
My thoughts tend to flow freer.
Storm clouds out...

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