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Post by hooly on Mar 24, 2008 19:00:45 GMT -5
Night Fishing (May 17, 1976)
I sat beside a babbling brook
Under leaves of burnished red
Quietly I waited for a bite on my hook
All the birds had gone to bed
The pale August moon shown her luminous ray
Down on the earth so dark
It was so peaceful and quiet I decided to stay
Off in the distance I heard a dog bark
That was the only sound that I heard
Except night sounds like crickets and frogs
And the chirp of a night bird
Then I moved myself to a clump of logs
On the logs I seemed cut off from the world
All alone in a place of my own
A long time I sat with my legs under me curled
And I thought about Switzerland and Rome
I think a lot about far away places
When I'm alone and at peace
Eventually my mind returns to familar faces
Then all my mind wandering does cease
So here I am perched on some logs
Waiting for a bite on my hook
In the distace is the barking of dogs
And the sound of the babling brook
I think I'll go home. It's getting late
The fish are not biting tonight
Tomorrow I'll bring some different bait
And do my fishing in the light.
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