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A Boy Fishing

At the dam I am still waiting alone
when all of the other fishermen are gone
the float moves do go under
my body feels cold like stone
in the distance I see thunder
do jerk the rod see the fish jump silver-wet
to land it is now a sure bet.

© Gert Strydom

Thursday, December 14, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: fishing
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