Fishing Sonnet Poems

Old man and young man, and a little boy,
Three generations in a small canoe.
One is really bored, one is filled with joy,
The third is somewhere...

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While cleaning out my garage yesterday 
I FOUND A SHOVEL, BROKE, RUSTED AND OLD 
To think, that I had almost threw it away 
I couldn't,...

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In the sylvan sewers of Fritchy's tombie
    the Pottawattamie beavers play
  deep beneath the verdant pastures
    where dead...

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Delightful Summer, how I welcome thee
With the sun shining high above my head, 
It's vacation time, children are now free
To enjoy the beach, or be...

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One of those humid, hard-to-breathe summers
when flowers bloom across meadows and fields.
Fireflies glow at night to songs of hummers,
cicada; whose loud army never yields

Days at...

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I relish spring's green growth; plants at their best 
and babies after mama birds build nests.
But I cherish summer trips on fishing boats, 
going barefoot,...

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In Alaska, near Mount Edgecumbe's feet,
fish built Sitka, a city with no road.
And so, Sitka's fame is its fishing fleet;
where time is never spent; it...

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When I was young,in summer sun
the excitement of life,just begun,
hours seemed like days, and days
by brooklets,still,we lazed;
When I was young,in poverty
simple pleasures were had ,for...

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Far I have travelled to a distant moon
  upon the two isles over land and sea,
from the dry in March to the rains in...

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Alfred out fishing

Alfred, the pianist, who insists he is not my father,
And I went out fishing caught a few when I gutted one of them
We...

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Arrested freedom

 Seagulls fill the air with joy
anchored sailboats tugs want to be free
sail around the world alone,
as a Japanese fishing vessel did
end up at...

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"Bold" was all I could think about his plan
To just go fishing and not go to school
Brilliant was what it was - on or off...

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Amid sand dunes look around for faces
on roads and streets, through spectacles
eyes dwell on the sky, trees, and birds
albino clouds set sail as if to...

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Caedmon's Hymn
by Michael R. Burch

At the monastery of Whitby,
on a day when the sun sank through the sea,
and the gulls shrieked wildly, jubilant, free,

while the...

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At Cædmon’s Grave
At Caedmon's Grave
by Michael R. Burch

“Cædmon’s Hymn,” composed at the Monastery of Whitby (a North Yorkshire fishing village), is one of the oldest...

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