Benjamin Michael Clark

(06/22/90 / Mattydale, NY)

Summer Fishing At Spruce Pond

We were
& Stupid

Staying up
Until four in
The morning

To go
An hour away

& Watch
The sun
Come up

While the fish
Would flop around
In Spruce pond

As we
Caught them
& Shouted

Nobody was

& We
Had something
To celebrate

& We would save
All the fish
Until the

End of the
When we would

& Have a feast

But now
All we have
Are memories

Swimming in
& Out of our

Submitted: Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, April 30, 2013
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  • Thomas A 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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