Have you ever fished in the sunset?
I did so many years ago
I remember it like it was yesterday
I can still hear the water flow
I had used a little bobber
On the end of my line
Even though it was dark now
A bat found it a find
For it flew down and bombarded
The floating little ball
Thinking it was food I guess
But it wasn’t food at all
The colors of the night was
As beautiful as it could get
I will never forget the time
I was fishing in the sunset!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Something ethereal about that time of the evening, especially if you are sitting all alone in the quietness with the colours feeding the skies all around. Lovely thought and memory described here. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX