Bri's And Brian's Fish Stories..... [a New Generation Of Fishermen; Big Catches; Family Fun] - Poem by Bri Edwards
Over fifty years ago a boy named Bri.... lived in mid-New York.
One day he took a pole to a pond and caught a fish, not pork.
After hooking it, Bri thought.....that playing the fish could be a chore,
so Bri yanked HARD on the pole. The fish flew through the air, landing on the shore.
This year Milt's son Brian, five years old, Old-Bri's sort-of namesake,
went with his family for two weeks to Minnesota and a fishing lake.
A prayer was said, the line was cast, and Young-Brian settled in boat to wait.
And, golly gee, Brian did catch a fish.....much TOO BIG for his plate.
I'm sure my friend Milt was excited, as you'd expect a dad to be, and.....
Brian's eyes were "saucer-sized"....as God and men could see.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
anyway, ....milt sent an email outlining a recent fish story his son now has, and i incorporated the email and my own distant fish story into the above poem. my story is true and i assume milt's is also.
(except that my fishing style may have had more to do with ignorance than laziness)
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