John McCornack

Rookie (Yukon, Oklahoma)

Big Fish - Poem by John McCornack

My dream was to catch a big fish
Uncle Harold said fish when its dark
So out of my warm bed I would hop
And fishing became my trademark

My sunrises were spend on the banks
Was a perfect way to start every day
But it always ended without my fish
So photography became a better way

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 26, 2011

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