The Angler
written by: Darryl B
Sunrise, sweet morning, pink eastern sky clear
Fair days of boyhood, ere life’s stern ‘you must’
Solitude, his spot, an angler premier
Dew fled as sun rose, youth crumbled to dust
Sun climbed to zenith, adulthood’s swift start
Churches and gold rings, and loving ‘I do’s’
Oft returns angler, unburd’ning his heart
With some things to gain, and others to lose
Now sun is setting, the shadows grow long
Good wife in the earth, his children long grown
‘Bye says the angler, his spot sighs its song
A kindly old soul, found peace there on loan
The gloaming is nigh, his rod is lain down
The angler folds hands, heads home for his crown
I am the blessed father of three wonderful kids. I enjoy writing, surfing, playing the guitar and photography. I have three dogs and like spending time outdoors.
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