fishing
Going Fishing
Going Fishing written by: Ann Christine Tabaka @TabakaChris I went fishing for the big ones, but I...
The Heron On The Weir
The Heron on the Weir written by: Alyson Faye Like an angle-poise lamp he stands, a youngling...
A Small Atrocity
A Small Atrocity written by: Steve Carr @carrsteven960 Early morning, I throw feed to the chickens. Most...
Show Me The Way To The River
Show Me The Way To The River written by: Mary Bone Show me the way to the...
Kite Nites
Kite Nites written by: Dianne Pearce Most of the nights of the annual vacation were a slow...
Sunrise at Whiskey Jack Lodge
Sunrise at Whiskey Jack Lodge written by: Sharon Waller Knutson The sun is a giant fireball glowing...
The Floating Fisher
The Floating Fisher written by: Mark Tulin @Crow_writer The angler glides with patience and pace along the...
Gone Fishing
Gone Fishing written by: Charles R. Bucklin @bucklin_charles It was on a Friday morning around ten am...
Fishing
Fishing written by: Stanley Wilkin @catalhuyuk That night beneath the mottled shadows Of a fading moon Sensing...
The Day After Christmas
The Day After Christmas written by: Jim Bartlett Stan hobbles through the back door and across the...
Lend Me Your Net
Lend Me Your Net written by: Kingsley C. Odum @Kingsley odum Along the stream path His heart...
Dildo Newfoundland
Dildo Newfoundland written by: John R. Cobb @john_r_cobb Dildo, Newfoundland Picturesque fishing village With curious name...
Finally Fishing
Finally Fishing written by: A.L. Paradiso “Should have done this sooner, right Paul?” Much sooner if I’m...
Magdalen Walks
Magdalen Walks a poem by: Oscar Wilde The little white clouds are racing over the sky, And...
