It was Sunday morning;
Up and ready as the day was dawning,
To be greeted by light rain;
What’s fun without some pain.
Could go either way;
So I start the day
with waders, boots, waterproof jacket,
net and staff, rod and reel.
Headed for the Battenkill.
It began to pour, but I pushed on.
The river was swift, a siren song.
The rain was steady;
But I was ready.
Anticipating the days events —
Pushed on, ever braver;
Ready to defy the elements
Even as the rain grew heavier.
Line and leader became a tangle.
Time to head for home,
No choice really, no good angle.
I was all alone.
Captain Ahab without Moby Dick.
August 1, 2021
8 thoughts on “Fishing Madness”
Hoping for another day…
What else is there to do.
Hi Harry, i like that poem! Now, maybe, maybe the injury to your nose is the result of an uncomfortable encounter with a creature that you snagged in the Battenkill…… ________________________________
Glad you like the poem. As for the nose, who nose.
Love it. Love it. Love it! What a great poem👍
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Thanks Gail and thanks for encouraging me to rhyme.
Great rhymes; could feel the river; and a wonderful last line