Early morning fog rises
As I stand in this river fishing pole in hand
The water is cool as it passes around my knees
The water sparkling like diamonds in the Early morning sun
A slight breaze blows through my hair
The morning is quiet except for the sound of my casting
A deer wanders by on the far bank
Birds fly far above
It is a good time
Even if I catch nothing
Just time to think
Time to be one with nature
Time to relax and just let the busy world go by
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Fishing to a T! Wonderful 🙏🏻🕊
Thank you
You’re welcome Tony🙏🏻🕊
Well done, Tony! Sounds like fishing to me.
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You're welcome!
There were only two types of fishing that I enjoyed deep sea fishing and fishing streams in the wooded backcountry. There is nothing like nature to satisfy the soul. A picturesque and peaceful image you have created here Tony and I swear I have been there. Most lovely
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The most relaxing sport in the world, enjoyed the read
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Your welcome
Good write Tony.
Thank you
The exquisite beauty of this delightful piece is how evocative it is, rousing via the choice details the experience to resonate within the reader's minds. Gorgeous and winsomely rendered, chockful of excellent imagery with a delicate poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
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You're welcome. My pleasure.
So very true Tony. I used to fish and that feeling of being with Nature is sublime.
Andy
Thank you Andy
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