Day Twenty Six – persona poem

I still have to get my head round day twenty three, hopefully catch up tomorrow night, so I’m just moving on for now. Think I will try and keep this one fairly short if I can, too! Not sure where this one came from.

Gone Fishing
I like the peace and quiet,
that’s the long and short of it.
A special sort of silence,
proper thinking time.
And you have to know your stuff,
it’s not pot luck.
You have to pick just the right spot,
knot, line, weight, depth, bait.
Some things you can’t learn, you just feel:
where to place the float, when to strike,
the play of the line on the reel.
That’s what sorts the wheat from the chaff,
the weekender from the angler.


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