down at the fishing hole
i dont use a fishing pole
i do it with a handline
and it works just fine
theres weeds i have to pass
hopeing for a large mouth bass
big enough to eat for a week
i know grandaddy is there
i see him when i come here
one time he took the hook
then let it go
guess he didnt care for the dough
from now on ill use a different bait
then sit down to wait
some day he'll be mine
and like a king i will dine
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Author:
onepauly (
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- Comment from author about the poem: remembering my early 20's
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
Great memories - love fresh fish but so expensive to buy here in the UK and we are an island nation.
Good memory of wonderful past times.
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