Fish Tales Poem by Marianna Jo Arolin

Fish Tales



The falling rain
Cannot detain
An eager fisherman.
He makes his way
Through foggy-haze,
With rod and reel in hand.

He casts all day
Under skies of gray
Waiting for a bite.
And then comes back
With fish all wrapped
In paper crisp and white.

Then, late at night,
By the warm fire light
He talks about his day.
With laughter he wails
As he tell us the tales
Of the ones that got away.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ashraful Musaddeq 20 September 2008

O very beautiful. Nice job is done. Like it.

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Andrew Lockley 20 September 2008

haha a different subject of poetry finally and you did it well. I especially liked the ending, not because it was finishing because it was a good read, but it ended on a humerous note. Very good.

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