Treasure Island

Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)


Fishing Can Be A Dynamic Communion


Fishing is an apparently simple experience
that swiftly transforms into life dynamic communion
appreciation of water lit nature with the rush
of a gambler about to beat stacked odds in casino.

There are famed fishermen who mount fish upon walls.
There are famed gamblers who break cause casino to fall.
There are famed disciples who left fish became wise fishers of men.
There are faithful honest unknown believers going to heaven. Amen.


First stanza inspired by ‘I Love To Go Fishing’ by Juan Olivarez.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock

Submitted: Thursday, January 27, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, April 13, 2011

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