Triolet: It Got Away Poem by Glenn Bagshaw

Triolet: It Got Away



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When going fishing as a child
the line seemed like a beam of light-
the woods, my mind, were bramble wild
when going fishing as a child.
I cast as far as those exiled
but boyhood soared, then sank from sight.
When going fishing as a child
the line seemed like a beam of light.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: child,fishing,light,woods
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