Gone Fishing - Poem by Douglas McClarty
A ten pence fishing line and hook
A pot of juicy black head worms too
As my brothers friends and me set
off to fish for the day
Promised mum the biggest fish we
would catch for tea.
The two posts was our first stop a
Coleraine popular fishing spot
We heard stories of giant salmon
caught here by, can't remember his name
We cast our lines and sat, waiting for that tug
Four, five, six lines waiting, then suddenly
a bite, excitement as the line was pulled in
What's on the lucky hook, a fluke, salmon
trout? , no a wriggle eel.
We all hated the slimy slippery things,
the bravest retrieved the hook.
We went down river to the hot waters
and fished for the ugly bream
And then to the Grove shore to fish
for flukes, but got mores eels.
As sun went down, we headed home,
No fish for tea,
But we would get a big one someday,
my brothers, friends and me.
Just like..can't remember his name.
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