Dock blue crab
fiddler
on the cay
Sheepshead taste
so good
beyond belief
white crested
waves atop
life as most
do not
Creek chub I call
quarter pounder
with out cheese
do so recall
massive red fish
on hook
Cobia tarpon
cut line
cannot keep
them all
Son on bow
fast moving
boat
Most unseen
mud minnow
it's name
eighteen inch's
side unto water
twenty miles
into gulf
We did ride her
never failed us
ever bounty harvest
from blue water
Blond brown eyed
is so my daughter
feasted upon such
very young
Upon such from water
miss those sea bass
black tipped sharks
mackerel caught
line not leader
grouper most
of all
I miss them more
than life it's self.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this very much and I'm brown eyed and blonde but way older than your daughter not to mention older than you...She's beautiful. I've seen her picture here. I like your meter in your writing...marci.xi