Is it fish he's fishing for?


Fly-Fishing For One Who Swims Deep Below The Surface

Nature's hand is pinching my face
A little too hard for my taste
Sitting here in the cold says it all
As long as my eyeballs don't don't turn to iceballs

My coat is zipped up right as tight as can be
My boat, she stands steady, suprise is the key
My net is my best net, it's set by my wet feet
My wet feet are crossed and their frosty and bleat

Not very lively, for such early morning
Usually fish are so plently and imploring
All day I sit waiting, bait at my side
Great, empty plate is my fate for the night






Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2006-12-02 at 03:42

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Amanda K
great power of description. well-done,pal.

regards,
2006-12-04


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
as a fly fisher i relate to this clever text
for in the words of G.E.M.Skues

' the way of a trout with a fly is as the way of a man with a maid'

rgds mike a very vlever text
2006-12-02