Priest Of Fishing.

Goldfinch60



I used to go fishing,

I caught many fish,

Many different types.

But then I went trout fishing,

Fishing the lakes with flies.

I caught many trout

And some I could take away,

Take away and cook.

But the strangest thing happened,

Happened when you killed a trout

To take home to eat.

When it was landed you hit it,

Hit it with a small cosh,

That cosh was called a priest.

It to me nowadays it seems strange

That you would kill on of god’s creatures,

Kill god’s creatures with a priest.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 22nd, 2025 00:51
  • Comment from author about the poem: Nowadays I could not kill anything.
  • Category: Reflection
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