Gone Fishing

Randy Hale randyhale.faso.com

Randy Hale randyhale.faso.com

I’m off to that Great River
over where sun and not rain
showers down on fevered souls
heals the sore distressed heart
recenters the rushing mind

I’m off to seek for walleye
off to watch eagle & osprey
fight over fish too fat to carry
in their razor`honed talons
retreat to opposing shores

“Many men go fishing all of their lives without
knowing that it is not fish they are after.” ~ Henry David Thoreau

[See you in a week!]


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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4 Responses to Gone Fishing

  1. rivrvlogr says:

    Mmmm… my mind wanders with you, if just to be by the water.


  2. Morgan says:

    Sounds wonderful!


  3. lots of sun and blessings


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