Oft times when in a dark despair,
with troubles on my mind
I amble to my fishing hole,
bait hook and drop a line.
I see the myriad clouds roll by,
see nature's world abound.
Mid'st hills and dales, flowers and birds,
'tis here life's joys are found.
And soon I drift in reveries,
on thoughts of bygone years.
Fulfilling thoughts of happy times,
beset with smiles and tears.
My line starts bobbing,there's a fish,
a big one too, I find.
This will fill my dinner plate,
fresh thoughts caress my mind.
Now, I turn homeward all renewed
with poe'try on my mind.
Grab pen and paper, eagerly-
I'll drop another line.
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Author Notes
Poets such as Whittier, Guest and Riley gained much fame
with their down to earth, homespun writings.
Guess I won't quite vet there.
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