The Fishing Hole
written by: Leanne Howard Kenney
@neeneebucket
The fish today
Were not biting
In the lush marsh
Down
of cattails, duckweeds, bulrushes,
Buttonbushes,
Willows, alders and lily pads.
Watching, I awhile, sat
With the red winged
Blackbird
Three sand hill
Cranes
A couple baby
Beavers
And a great blue
Heron.
My day, missing dinner,
And its string,
Howling,
Still.
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My name is Leanne Howard Kenney. I am a former speechwriter and press secretary for former San Diego City Councilmember current San Diego County Supervisor, Ron Roberts. I am a former Sportswriter. A former political writer. A former public relations copy writer. A former newspaper reporter. A former . . . Apparently, I am a former writer. Well, that is not quite true. I have been writing poetry on my own for quite a while. And, I have been writing the odd article here and there for my own and my friends' pleasure for years. I started posting my poetry approximately a year ago. Where they came from, I know not. I am just glad they came. I hope you enjoy what I have to say.
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