Gone Fishing Poem by April Hester

Gone Fishing

Rating: 2.8


Sunny sky and windy air.
Nothing at all for me to care.
Stepped on the dock and pulled down my hair.

As the cool wind blows and the sun starting to shine.
I pull out my fishing pole and throw out the line.
Nothing is better but maybe some wine.

The sounds of birds flying about.
Thinking of dinner and cooking out.
Maybe I'll be able to grill up some trout.

A tug and a pull is what I felt.
I lowered my pole down to my belt
If he gets away my heart might melt.

With all my strength I pulled it in.
Well look at that I might just win.
An awesome day this has been.

To claim my dinner
I am a winner.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Roseann Shawiak 24 October 2013

Can picture you fishing on the dock and catching that fish. Great poem. Wondering how it tasted? RoseAnn

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Beach Girl 04 September 2013

Really cute poem April. I can just see you fishing on that dock.

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