Monday, June 23, 2014

Summer Memories

I used to take a short cane pole
and head out for the creek
where tannin colored water ran
like iced tea over white soft sand.
It pooled in bends or near felled
trees in deep black holes where
fishes hid.

With weight and hook
and wiggling worm
I’d drop my line and watch the
bobbing bobber disappear
when fish would bite
and take their flight to
wrap my line around some
hidden snag.

Dennis Price 


  1. Good to read you after a too long absence.

  2. Brings back memories from my childhood here in rainy Hyde Cheshire .... lovely poem my friend.

  3. Thanks to Buffalo and Tom for leaving a comment when they came by. I appreciate all readers. Leave a comment if you are moved to do so.


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