shazbat

Dec 03, 2008 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Gone fishing

Went fishing with Father

Down at the stream,

We caught us a couple,

Of brown trout and bream.

Took them back to the cabin

Cleaned and gutted them all

Cooked them for supper

Even though they were small.

Sat outside by the fire

On that hot summers night

With only the moon,

And the fire for light.

We talked through the evening

About nothing at all

He told me some tales

Most of them tall.

I’ll remember that trip

Till the day that I die

The bestest day ever

Just Father and I

— shazbat, Dec 03, 2008

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Norfolk, UK, GBR

Favorite Poets: Kipling, T.S Eliot, Hilaire Belloc, Ogden Nash, Spike Milligan and many more.

Critiques

leonard daranjo

17 years 6 months ago

Hi Shazbat

Sounds good. I love fishing. It's not hard to understand how you consider that one of the bestest days ever. I would have too. Great memory. Leonard

shazbat

17 years 6 months ago

That was just one of many

That was just one of many days like that, a good memory indeed. John

infinite_dwarf

17 years 6 months ago

nice fond memories of fishing. I remember having picnics at the nearby lake - we'd make a whole day of it sometimes. Good stuff! ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- - "If the opposite of 'pro' is 'con' would that make the opposite of 'progress' Congress? Just wonderin'....."

shazbat

17 years 6 months ago

And what’s wrong with

And what's wrong with bestest. I could have gone one better with bestestest, my daughter and i are always making up our own words (as does George Dubya)his is one we both use a lot. John

poewriter58

17 years 6 months ago

John

Your poems are always so light hearted and refreshing. Some memories never leave us Chrys

shazbat

17 years 6 months ago

Thanks Chrys, compliments

Thanks Chrys, compliments are always welcome here. John

Rett

17 years 6 months ago

Fine poem

Brings back a lot of memories for me. My favorite kind of fishing is a nice creek bank, shaded, warm summer day, six pack of cokes iced down, radio playing softly. Drop the hook in the water (no bait) and sit back and relax. (if a trout or perch or whatever wants to commit suicide by biting that's fine.) Respectfully, Rett: "If law abiding citizens are denied guns, the police don't need theirs. After all, the criminals aren't feared, just the law abiding citizens." Rett

shazbat

17 years 6 months ago

Sounds like you were fishing

Sounds like you were fishing at my favourite spot Rett, haven't been fishing for years, perhaps I should start going again. Thanks for reading. John