The pond

Rise and shine it’s fishing time

Sunrise calls the worms to hide

Cattails tower sleepy eyes

Caught in breezes by surprise.

Rhythms gurgle tiny hops

Drift to where the ripples stop

Moments hold fluttered wings

Clips of time meant to dream.

Dew drenched spiders float and slide

Fearless turtles seek and hide

Wading in, sloppy muck

Rollie pullies bring good luck.

Cast the last bait and wait,

                          And wait and wait, 

                                                       and wait…

And wait. 

Reviews

[Leo French]

I find this writing compelling, well thought out as it places the reader in that location sharing the events of nature. Nicely done.

[Lila_Halliwell]

Thank you:)

[Betty Hermelee]

I love your rhyming and the way you put it together. All creatures in and around the pond in the pecking order. you capture nature in a delightful way.
Best, Betty

[Lila_Halliwell]

thank you!

[Betty Hermelee]

You're welcome!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

This is fanrastic. Not only sre you writing about nature, but do it in a platful manner

[Lila_Halliwell]

thank you:)

[Coyote Poetry]

Great description of fishing. Need cold beer and good company. Fishing days. Time to gather memories and long talk. Thank you Lila for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Lila_Halliwell]

thanks, wrote it for my son's birthday card...he is an avid fisher:)

[Coyote Poetry]

My father loved to fish. I would go with him and fish all morning till late afternoon. They become the good days and you are welcome Lila.