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I grab my tackle box and handful of worms.

I laugh and giggle as I watch them squirm. It hard being immature but

quietness is all I endure.

As I attach the lure and hook on a worm. the fish get ready to yearn

I wait and wait . I hope for a dinner of catfish.

but on my plate is a stick and some seaweed all in the need to vegetate.





One Response to Fishing

  1. Mrs. Kriese says:

    Well done! I’m so glad you decided to share your poem here.

    Your poem makes me want to go fishing!

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