The Eclectic Pen - Ballad of a Fishing Widow


By: Denise P. (RealBikersWearPink)   + 6 more  
Date Submitted: 2/29/2008
Last Updated: 3/12/2008
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 89
Rating:


  He rises in the morning
Long before the sun.
You know he won't be home again
Until the night has come.

He gathers up his tackle
He piles up his gear
At four o'clock in the morning,
You know Saturday is here.

His minnows are his buddies
His rod is his best friend,
His boat, his prized posession,
It's life he will defend.

He says he won't be in late,
He says that he won't linger.
Just like the fish, we swallow it,
Hook, line, and sinker!

So all you football widows,
Consider yours, the luck.
For all the fish in Charleston,
I wouldn't give a buck!


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