Poems About: FISHING

Sitting on a huge gray log
In the distance a croaking frog
Sipping my coffee from a metal cup
Noting how silently the sun comes up read more »

Oh how I enjoyed so very much
Fishing off a bridge
Or perhaps ‘long side the road
Or from up on a slight ridge read more »

“If you work a body of water and a body of woman
you can take fish out of one and children out of the other read more »

A very wise, and old tradition
passed on through many generations
concerns the rules of going fishing
in all the lands, of all the nations read more »

When a young man's fancy, turns to desire,
An old man just goes fishing.
It takes too long to stoke that fire,
And what's the use in wishing. read more »

I watched two people fishing,
one August day at the lake,
the sun was shining brightly,
as I began to bake. read more »

A Fisherman's Will

I have eaten catfish in more ways than one
Fish that is blackened is not over done read more »

This is where I want to be,
where everybody smiles at me.
This stretch of water that winds away,
from west to east and I will say, read more »

Going fishing for some poems
I haven’t caught before
Sailing in the ocean
Far from the sandy shore read more »

Open them eyes just open wide,
I won’t be your bit on the side,
When he finds out my face and his fist will collide,
I’ll try to hide but I won’t coincide, read more »

When good ole spring comes rollin’ round
And the trout are in the brook,
A longing comes over me with a bound
To cast my feathered hook. read more »

The Minnesota Woodlands are sounding out]
Tranquil creeks and questions have perfect features
Then when you are listening very intensely
You can hear sounds of woodland creatures. read more »