Charles WOO


Fishing - Poem by Charles WOO

After retirement, fishing gave me a lot of pleasure.
I chose my golden rod and bait at the time of leisure.
Cutting appropriate wood, I made my special float.
The broken creel was repaired and I went angling by boat.
At a water-surrounded rock, I whipped my fishing rod.
The hook flew so high in the sky and the sea gulls were awed.
Sweating under the hot sun, I never missed a hooked fish.
Friends admired my harvest which was as good as I did wish.

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Comments about Fishing by Charles WOO

  • (12/14/2011 6:16:00 AM)


    Loved this, got a lot of good memories back reading this.
    A great poem.
    May i invite you to read my new poem called,
    War With No Morals.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 14, 2012


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