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