Gone Fishing
At dawn’s first light, with the waters still,
I cast my line; the world grows still.
The ripples dance where silence reigns,
A quiet balm for life’s refrains.
The lake reflects a gentle hue,
A mirror of sky, so calm, so true.
The rod bends low, a tug, a fight,
A moment of joy in the morning light.
No rush, no clock, just time to spare,
The hum of nature fills the air.
The fish may come, or they may hide,
But peace is caught on every tide.
Gone fishing—not just for the day,
also to drift where troubles melt away.
Far away from nagging, silence now,
can’t say anything more I have a catch,
oh wow, it’s a big one 😜
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
Thank you Mark♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️
There is nothing like catching a fish. I prefer sitting on a riverbank with my line in the water and reading a book. Good job.