Waders Poems - Poems about Waders

...A dwindling light threads the dimming woods into mist-coated shadows. A stretch of gray-sheened water reflects the phantom forms of homing wings, skimming birds that must seek now ......Read the rest...

...seat under sky’s dome to view sea’s exhibitions˜ strollers’ comfort zone seawall’s curved pathway lovers hold hands, hugs and kiss ˜ their romantic lane calm water and sky waves sm......Read the rest...

...During a low tide, it fled me in derision. Dinky waders reveal marvels on the sand. Stoic eagles soar over the sky and expand. Will scan from high plying their acute vision. As the ......Read the rest...

...A bottom land where green is thread through with a trailing mud. A late fruited decay seeps and smears these low meadow pasture. Pot-bellied dewdrops hang, strung upon spawny strings. He......Read the rest...

...One day I took to fishing, far out beyond the shore, wearing my father's waders, the ones I always adored. Back when I was little, and the fish seemed much bigger, I would watch my father's c......Read the rest...

...We live by the sea, just we two, you and me It offers us all that we need From our heads to our toes, you make all of our clothes From sea grass and sometimes sea weed If our ocean provides it,......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...Planned trips can be stifling and boring As a spontaneous Gemini, I took a happy risk I latched my kayak onto my jeep and drove west Spoke to people along the way One forest ranger suggested an......Read the rest...

... "Salvage" Salvage the fixating salvation unfurling from the wreckage of a numb world twisted inside treasure climbs swimming the ladder from the deep of all things ......Read the rest...

...waders flaunt in flock loosely lingering, gossips -- with squawks and squabbles......Read the rest...

...With my fishing vest and waders, and a found long wooden staff I walked along the jetty, on a rock-piled curvy path The day had grown to darkness, with no light there to be found When something......Read the rest...

...Zeal for raising a hand in class I had I deemed it as a form of working hard Raising a hand in class I was a working ant. In raising a hand I raised my ante Nonetheless, I lost my wear ......Read the rest...

...If I drink any more coffee I will float away I will travel down the river next to Chesapeake Bay Can you bring me my waders somewhere along the way? I would like to catch some bass before the end ......Read the rest...

...The universal worm has got some competition now, since ‘Sandy’ took me out to Bateson’s dam. This don’t include the ‘whitchys’ we get in a broken bough, nor ‘scrubbies’ on the hooks we have to cra......Read the rest...

...How many head do you have? He turns his weathered face toward me. You buy’n? His hazel eyes are dancing; I am no cowboy. I'm in the throes of boot stomping country. Saturday nights are for dancin......Read the rest...