Down by the quick running brook
there's a young lad with a special look.
He's got his fishing pole
and a sparkle in his eye.
And he'll tell you
he is the guy
who will catch
the big one, today
from this fishing hole.
I'm starting to feel like baseball and fishing. What is your favorite thing to do during summer vacation? Can you write a poem about that today? I hope you have the opportunity to go fishing soon.
Elizabeth Steinglass is hosting THE POETRY FRIDAY round up today on her blog. Drop a line over at her fishing hole if you want to catch more fun poetry. Thanks Elizabeth for hosting this week.
Even though I've been a vegetarian almost all of my adult life, I have such fond memories of heading to the lake with my fishing pole as a kid. Freedom, sun, danger (alligators in Fla.!), and timeless hours with delicious anticipation. Thanks for bringing back those fond memories with your poem, Joy! Happy almost-summer.
ReplyDeleteFishing is fun. Thanks, Robyn for taking the time to comment.
DeleteI enjoyed that poem and the seasonal anticipation.
ReplyDeleteDon't forget to take your can of worms along.
DeleteThanks for dropping by, Karin.
It's all in the attitude, isn't it? I love that the focus of this poem is the glint in a young boy's eye.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely, it's in the 'tude. It does take the mom of boys to really appreciate that glint.
DeleteThe best part of fishing is just sitting quietly! Time to think and observe.
ReplyDeleteAs Mike Cross says, "it isn't for the fish that you go fishing." Yes, It is that quiet time when you have time for contemplation.
DeleteI love the opening couplet. The quick running brook reminds me of the boy.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Liz.
DeleteHope you have a great weekend.