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Tirupathi Chandrupatla


One That Got Away


Every person
Who goes fishing
Has a unique story to tell
About the one
That got away.

It all happened
Decades ago
A teenager I was then
When we went on a picnic trip
To the big river not far
My father enjoyed his hobby
Of fishing in the river
All of us ate our food
And turned to our preparations
To pack and head back
Sun was down
The light would fade soon
String of the rod my father cast
Suddenly it turned tight
My father was uptight
The pull was fairly strong
He released and pulled
Till the real had no more string
He started pulling
To bring the hook end back
Lo behold, a giant fish
Little pig I thought
Turned up splashing water
Fish was jumping
Trying to untangle
Water foamed around
We didn't have a handy net
A final jump and jerk
The hook got now free
The big fish swam away
The sun set, darkness approached
We packed the real and all.

My father said this
'It would have been
A lot of trouble
If we caught the nasty fish
Happy I am
He got away'
Excitement was all so fine
Happy I felt too
Happy for the fish
He got away back to his home.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Edited: Sunday, March 09, 2014

Topic of this poem: father


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This really happened during my high school days. I cherish those action filled moments spent with my father.

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  • Gold Star - 12,300 Points Valsa George (9/13/2013 11:12:00 PM)

    Beautiful memories of young days! Angling is such an excitng pastime! But the disdain, your father expressed was like that of the fox who mutters... 'These grapes are too sour'! Enjoyed! ! (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,408 Points Dave Walker (9/12/2013 7:03:00 AM)

    A great poem, I used to go fishing as a child and have fond memories of that time. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 781 Points Thomas A Robinson (9/10/2013 8:29:00 PM)

    I spent a lifetime fishing with my father. And together we lost many a big fish. But what I remember
    most was the time we wete able to enjoy a pastime together. Every time I fish the same waters We used ti fish I am accompied by his pressence. And it is great. (Report) Reply

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