Fishing Tackle Poems - Poems about Fishing Tackle

... It’s Beginning to look a lot like Christmas It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas But it’s only May While shopping for fishing tackle There’s only Christmas crackle Plus I bumped into ......

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...Under the cemetery of falling stars, beneath veils of eternity, The end of any affair is death. She is my sanctuary, An evanescent eye, slipping through the magical veil, Far from the tribe of my ......

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...Uncle Pete agrees to take his great grand-nephew fishing to Lake Mare. I don’t have a pole, Larry says. No prob, says Pete. We can share. I’ll make my own rod, the nine-year-old says, and grabs a t......

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...Snows caps on the far hills it's gonna be a hard one. I drive to town for some lumber, check out a new generator old ones on the fritz. Folks got some winter gear on already. At the hardware ......

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...somewhere smothered under the glaring white lies my summer you know the three reasons I teach June July and August and it's just January so..... i've come to believe just ......

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...I reach for my fishing tackle box. Deeply hidden is the photograph of Nathalie. For two days I knew her, but have fantasized for fifty years. She stays twenty two, perpetually young and beautiful.......

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...The trousers he's wearing are Wrangler - they're great for his job as an angler (although on a trip he busted his zip and showed all those present his dangler). written 6th December for Sara's......

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...The healer Do you remember the night when? The floodlight came on as we sat by the riverside? You said you loved me and I quickly said ditto, A joke you didn’t appreciate. Mosquitoes flew lik......

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...The pearl lay In the half shell The oyster paid and was spent The bird fell From the sky Shackled to a fishing tackle ascent The beach stretched To the loneliest point Where infinity was ......

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...An English Life It is midnight the Milk train pulls into darnall station No ordinary passengers here Steelworkers with their families Loaded with fishing tackle, sandwiches and maggots The Fos......

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