Largemouth Poems - Poems about Largemouth

... I know a river where the fish fly in the sky. Sheltered by boundless ember morning sky, a lull stillness, it refuses to say goodbye; I breathe deep in submission ......

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...When I let one loose in the elevator, I’d been goosed by gas, released the stench of embarrassment. Out flew a largemouth bass — now for the harassment. When I let one loose in the elevator, ......

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...Off he goes again into his own little world To catch a Largemouth Bass. Fishing rod and reel in hand He takes another pass. With his Bass Tracker boat Trolling motor set on five. The thrill ......

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...Florida Everglades Wind by Mark Mazzarella Trolling over the deep backwaters of the Everglades, turtles snapped and alligators sunned on banks, still as statues.......

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...Baitless Abeyance A man of some years with a face of little value, Had a raggedy satchel and a beat up tackle box, Both of which, were worth more than a face, It set next to an opene......

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...driving past a wish parking in the neighborhood of go enjoying the view of there smiling fully at the fact that here i am nothing beats the feeling it send my heart reeling my head can now be ......

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...He is now a band of sky, a bird, a cloud, a stream of blue drifting by in midafternoon, a dragonfly, a butterfly, a ray of light dancing by, a sheet of loose paper floating in the ......

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...Off the rocky Mountain cliff , I Dove I’m flying toward the lake like a Dove Underwater I saw the largemouth Bass Singing in soprano, alto, tenor, and Bass To Maid Marion Queen of Sherwood......

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...Off the rocky Mountain cliff , I Dove I’m flying toward the lake like a Dove Underwater I saw the largemouth Bass Singing in soprano, alto, tenor, and Bass To Maid Marion Queen of Sherwood......

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...Some times as I sit in a city diner.....people watching I wonder how they can live like this Then I laugh at myself Born and raised in the bomb ruined port of Liverpool With the run of the city f......

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...Upon the placid pond With nature, a strengthening bond Of these moments, he is so fond A man, a canoe, and a dream Some tackle, a reel, and a pole Equipped with a motor to troll Searching the......

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