Summer Fishing At Spruce Pond Poem by R.Benjamin Abate

We were
Young
& Stupid
Staying up
Until four in
The morning
To go
Fishing
An hour away
& Watch
The sun
Come up
While the fish
Would flop around
In Spruce pond
As we
Caught them
& Shouted
Because
Nobody was
Around
& We
Had something
To celebrate
& We would save
All the fish
Until the
End of the
Summer
When we would
Cook
Them
& Have a feast
But now
All we have
Are memories
Swimming in
& Out of our
Minds