It was Sunday morning;
Up and ready as the day was dawning,
greeted by light rain;
What’s fun without some pain?
Could go either way;
So I started the day
with waders, boots, waterproof jacket;
Grabbed the 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.
Line and leader became a tangle.
No choice really, no good angle
Time to head for home,
I was all alone.
August 11, 2021
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Nice Harry – thx,, I’ll share on our social media. Welcome to Shushan (full time)! Does that entail an address change? I’m wondering if you received our Fall Fete invite .. Hope to see you there! Lorraine
On Wed, Aug 11, 2021 at 2:57 PM poems for friends wrote:
> hkresky posted: ” It was Sunday morning; Up and ready as the day was > dawning, greeted by light rain; What’s fun without some pain? Could go > either way; So I started the day with waders, boots, waterproof jacket; > Grabbed the net and staff, ro” >
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Nice revision Harry. Yielded a wonderful title
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