R.Benjamin Abate

Rookie - 412 Points (06/22/90 / Mattydale, NY)

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

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Topic(s) of this poem: love


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  • Tarobinson1103@gmail.com Robinson Tarobinson1103@gmail.com Robinson (4/30/2013 6:36:00 AM)


    Excellent poem of consequence.This could be a statement on life. The excitement of youth and the productive years and finally the rewards finishing with the memories of old age. A very reflective , thoughtful poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Sunday, September 25, 2016


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