Benjamin Michael Clark

Rookie - 128 Points (06/22/90 / Mattydale, NY)

Summer Fishing At Spruce Pond - Poem by Benjamin Michael Clark

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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Comments about Summer Fishing At Spruce Pond by Benjamin Michael Clark

  • Veteran Poet - 1,229 Points 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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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 30, 2013


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