Douglas McClarty

Rookie - 148 Points (Northern Ireland)

Gone Fishing - Poem by Douglas McClarty

A ten pence fishing line and hook
was essential
A pot of juicy black head worms too
As my brothers friends and me set
off to fish for the day
Promised mum the biggest fish we
would catch for tea.
The two posts was our first stop a
Coleraine popular fishing spot
We heard stories of giant salmon
caught here by, can't remember his name
We cast our lines and sat, waiting for that tug
Four, five, six lines waiting, then suddenly
a bite, excitement as the line was pulled in
What's on the lucky hook, a fluke, salmon
trout? , no a wriggle eel.
We all hated the slimy slippery things,
the bravest retrieved the hook.
We went down river to the hot waters
and fished for the ugly bream
And then to the Grove shore to fish
for flukes, but got mores eels.
As sun went down, we headed home,
No fish for tea,
But we would get a big one someday,
my brothers, friends and me.
Just like..can't remember his name.

Topic(s) of this poem: fishing

Comments about Gone Fishing by Douglas McClarty

  • John Chizoba Vincent (4/27/2014 4:39:00 PM)

    mr douglas ur poem is so interesting. Good write up l like. Pls check my poems and drop a comment. Thanks (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 27, 2014

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