The Fisherman Poem by Godspower Oshodin

The Fisherman



Paddling along a lonely creek
With his eyes focus, these water animals he seek
Putting deep beneath the shallow of the water
This mortal howling well his trawler

He picked his mind on what to get
When the cloud fails to smile he couldn’t regret
He tortured his shoulder to be strong and high
As he paddled thru, by and by
He has quake and set from the shore
In calling corners his nets he bore
He always long for the right trail
Sometimes to get and sometimes to fail

With fortitude to formulate him self forward
Through this calling path he went un ward
He whirls two paths together
With his boat slizzing the water
He wades thru this dark torrid air
Off he goes without fear
Many to fish if they can
It’s a calling to this fisherman.

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