Ice melts on the Lake.
Fish will move into shore soon.
Please bring back the dock.
Anxiously waiting.
I just bought some more tackle.
March, please be a lamb.
Walleyes taste the best.
Get the hot Cajun batter.
I feel a slight tug.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 8th, 2024 14:07
- Comment from author about the poem: Haikus are not my strong suit. Check out my book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems on Amazon.
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Comments6
Good writes T.
Thanks
lol reminds me of the song by the carpenters on the bayou. You also made me hungry
Great 5/7/5's most enjoyed 🌹
Thanks, Teddy. I do a lot of fishing.
You need to be patient to be a fisherman, but the outcome can be delicious. Your 5/7/5’s tell a story Thomas and a visual one.
Thank you. I appreciate it.
Good words Thomas. There is nothing quite like a fish pulled from the water and cooked straight away.
Andy
Very true. Thank you.
Beautiful poem Thomas W Case.
Thank you so much.
I've never been fishing but know many enjoy it
Even get competitive
Liked that you got a tug at the end
Well written as per
Thank you so much.
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