Treasure Island

Joseph Anderson


Dropping A Line- My Muse

Ofttimes when in a dark despair,
With troubles on my mind,
I amble to my fishing hole
Bait hook and drop a line.

I see the myriad clouds roll by,
See nature's world abound;
'Midst hills and dales, flowers and birds
Tis here life's joys are found.

And soon I drift in reveries
On thoughts of bygone years;
Fulfilling thoughts of happy times,
Beset with smiles and tears.

My line starts bobbing, there's a fish,
A big one too, I find;
This will fill out my dinner plate,
Fresh thoughts caress my mind.

Now, I turn homeward, all renewed
With poe'try on my mind;
Grab pen and paper, eagerly,
I'll drop another line-or two

Submitted: Wednesday, March 06, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Poets, such as Whittier, Guest and Riley gained
fame years ago with homey, down to earth style
poetry.Guess I'll never make it.

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  • Patricia Grantham (4/24/2013 6:17:00 PM)

    To an Honorable Poet: Going fishing is one of the most relaxing sport in the world.
    The good thing about it is that you can enjoy yourself even if you don't catch a thing!
    (lucky fishes) . A truly enjoyable write that is well rhymed and penned. (Report) Reply

  • Paul Brookes (4/17/2013 2:11:00 PM)

    How we ponder at the ole fishng hole and unexpectedly the muse arrives to give us joyful lines. Lovely poem Thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (4/5/2013 11:28:00 AM)

    I love poetry about nature. I walk my dog around a lake in Wales & have written poems on fishing. Nice poem. (Report) Reply

  • Juan Olivarez (3/28/2013 3:56:00 PM)

    Two of my favorite pastimes. Poetry and fishing. Not necessarily in that order. Good one Joe. As always. (Report) Reply

  • Patti Masterman (3/28/2013 11:35:00 AM)

    There's so much room in nature for the mind to frolick..though not so much between four walls, is it? I enjoyed your poem. (Report) Reply

  • Hans Vr (3/22/2013 6:54:00 AM)

    Lovely poem. Keep dropping the lines, Joseph. Always a pleasure to read (Report) Reply

  • Titi Dale (3/21/2013 7:36:00 PM)

    Nice metaphorical statements, and flow. I like your rhyming! Nice work: -) (Report) Reply

  • Anthony Di''anno (3/12/2013 12:09:00 PM)

    Lovely Joseph. As a fellow fisherman, albeit fly, I truly enjoyed your poem. The only sadness I felt was that you mentioned bait! (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (3/8/2013 10:32:00 PM)

    Fishing.... a very smart way of shaking off the blues and ensuring a delectable dinner! You have reaped one more advantage from it. Filling your mind with poetic imagination and hooking vibrant verse like the fish aquiver in your hookline! A very enjoyable read! ! (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (3/6/2013 2:35:00 PM)

    Brilliant Joseph, sounds like a great way to get away from it all and reminisce - hope you enjoyed your fish dinner. (Report) Reply

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