The ice is out, it's warming up,
It's time for my annual mission.
I ain't talkin bout no Harley ride,
I'm talkin bout goin Fishin!
From a boat, from the shore,
or from a creaky ole dock.
Grab some bait, make a lunch...
Bring an extra pair of socks.
Your casting rod, a Zebco reel,
Or a trusty old cane pole.
Toss em in the trunk, head out to a lake,
or your favorite fishing hole.
Alone or with a buddy,
your daughter or your son...
You're NOT at work, you're Not at home,
You ARE outside having FUN!
So remember this the next time,
your world is filled with strife...
Every day spent fishing, God adds that to your life!
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I guess the theme this week is Rhyme!
Right on Time with the Rime!
Is it Wednesday?
Have any poetry or prose laying around?
If you do, post it on your blog, then go...here!
32 comments:
nice dude...just a bit ahead of you...probably caught about 50 bass already this year...love sitting by the pond with the pole...
hi g-man, i love your poem...what it says about letting go of all the aspects of life weighing us down and the simply joy of a fishing pole...deep in thought, soothing and relaxing, letting your mind row away into the water while the fish are jumping...now all i need is someone with a boat, a fishing pole, tackle box and knowledge to teach me...see how your poem has influenced your readers!!! wonderful write and a joy to read...
I should have known you for a fisherman--(no, it's not about your pole. Shape up!)It's about the wonderful fish stories you think up for your posts, and the tall tales and stuff. I like this one because I so totally agree there is nothing better for the soul than being outside, except maybe being outside fishing (or gardening) with your kids.
Lovely took me back to fishing with my dad and my son ...really well done .thank you
This should be THE poster poem for fishing!
Nothing like it indeed. It's been a long time ago for me but all great memories.
xoxo
But...I don't WANT a lunch made from bait and extra socks!
;-)
hugs to g man
Hi everybody, my laptop is not working tonight, and I'm sending this with my I-phone. I can't respond until tomorrow. Thank you all for your kind words
Your poem makes me want to get reacquainted with Northern MI, G. Unfortunately, I've only gone fishing when I was really little. Think I'm about due to learn how it's done. A great poetic call to the great outdoors.
Take me with you, G-Man!
I will always remember catching my first fish with my Pop, spent Father's Day on the Lake with him, singing over the water as we trolled back and forth. God truly blessed me with this memory forever.
You need to organize a fishing trip. Seriously.
I love the rhyme and flow of this G! And of course, getting outside to just enjoy life is the best call to action one can have! I used to love going fishing with my grandparents when I was a kid. I think that I might have to set up some fishing dates for my kids with my neighbours and their grandpa soon.
Very sweet! I hope you get many chances to go fishing and have fond memories of doing so when your kids were little. I've gone fishing ONCE and it was AWESOME. When my husband and I were dating we camped out and fished by a dam. The moon was full and the fish were almost jumping into our laps! I caught quite a number. I walked away thinking fishing was an action sport!
I may have missed you yesterday, but this is the essence of rhyme. It's so appealing, and so comforting. What a wonderful world you created with your words. I felt that "gettin' up early in the mornin'" feeling. Well done, you! Thanks, Gay
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real truth comes out...fisherman with an iPhone, Ha! (I get mine tomorrow, so excited hehe) Anyhoo, you made me think of my younger days when my nonno took me fishin'. Lovely rhyming! (oh, and you may have just helped me with the music for friday)
Gosh, this made me miss my Dad, Galen. He used to take us kids fishing. We'd go out on the lake in the small motorboat, 5 in the morning, the mist rising, the sun just kissing the tops of the pines and those were blissful times.
I won't whine,
or drink wine,
when the fishin
is fine.
Di
I'll just eat the catch, if that's OK?
It's that time of year alright!
I can't get out there soon enough nor often enough to suit me.
Nice One Shot, G-Man!
ahhh to fish
how appropriate for spring
I just heard the crawdads are plentiful near us
Thanks G - your poetry always hits the spot!
My kind of day....
your poem makes me want to learn how to fish. i went a couple of times when i was a little girl, but it sounds like such a relaxing thing to do. maybe i should give it a try as an adult. nice work :)
Standing applause! Nice one G! Rhythem and simple truths. Down home and genuine. Thanks!
Maybe I should try it!
beguiling time
Galen? Blogger down in your country?
Hey! We can finally comment again. Can you post yet?
No posting yet...
In fact I'm missing two posts!!
Sometimes as hard as we may try we cANT..my 55 here though old but added a 'but' and voila it became a 55 :) hope you dont mind
Hey G-man,
Great poem. Fun rhyme. Is that where you are, fishing? I was wondering what was up with flash 55 this week.
Cheers,
Shanae
...I'm missing a super long one I did. I hope it comes back. And I'm ready to go with this week's 55! Just waiting for you.
Could this be considered a YAHTZEE? LOL :)
The most fun I had with my dad growing up was goin' fishin'. I learned patience, small talk, and how to stick my hand into a bucket of wiggling shrimp, all important life lessons.
Thank you for your comment on my post, Galen. You are a peach.
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