outdoors

onepauly

 

the crow and the ravens

are very good friends

the cawing of their gizzards

meets to no ends

sleek and shiny are their feathers

and as the green grass snake slithers

catching and munching bugs from the field

an apple from a tree he picked and peeled

this is a fine night for fishing

drop the line in ploop hes a wishing

its very late and all is peaceful

a nibble a bite waiting now pull

great big eel good for the next meal

now surmising the suns arising

glory glory be

good morning

  • Author: onepauly (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 5th, 2017 14:03
  • Comment from author about the poem: one night in the summertime
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 52
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Comments3

  • Poetic Dan

    Thank you for paying respect to the food.
    Really enjoyed that, made me miss fishing days for a bit.

    • onepauly

      eels are a bit greasy to cook but they are something to eat.

    • FredPeyer

      Paul, only you could make night fishing that exciting! Now try writing about ice fishing!

      • onepauly

        easier done then said. no I don't have it backwards. I like your exclamation points. they give your comment character. and I've been ice fishing the only negative part is, cold toes!

        • FredPeyer

          I used to go ice fishing in Canada. Never caught a fish, but got drunk every time to keep the cold away! (And here is your exclamation point!!!!)

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        • malubotelho

          I really like your poem. So sweet talking about nature. I today was outside cleaning the roses from the weed and because I was not doing much work there the weds were tall and a snake was there. I try to respect them but not be afraid. She left as soon as I got closer. They still gives me some chill though.

          • onepauly

            in my early 20's I lived in a tent in the woods. two times, the whole summers. I had no income at all except what I could do living off the land. fishing was a big part of it. I also had a garden 15 feet from my tent. I had to find a secluded clearing in the forest. so people couldn't find my camp. I collected all kinds of scrap metal to sell to the junk man. on my bicycle I toured the streets. and its true you can find gold in the streets in America! may the force be with you.

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