(Love this new one by Nancy Hanks)
I used to run an operation
We used to run an operation
Now I am
We are fishing on the Battenkill
And setting fly traps in Northeast Philadelphia
Dodging reckless drivers
The river sparkled, flowing free.
Water everywhere — underfoot, along the road.
We trudge, we trudged, we trudged
To the end
And it never ended
2 thoughts on “Fishing: A poem for Harry and all of us”
Beautiful. Thank you Nancy and Harry!
The road and the river. Love it, Nancy. Last line fantastic