The Angler

A freckled-face kid with a pole and a line
     A rusted old hook and a whole lot a time
Early one morning, before it got hot
     Arose to go fishin' at his favorite spot.
Now to ketch him a fish, he first needed bait
     So he stopped to dig worms at the old garden gate.
Into an old can, half full of soil
     Went each wrigglin' find of this morning's toil
Ready and eager, he set off at a trot
     Soon to discover his pole was forgot!
So, back he did run, his old rod to fetch
     All the while dreamin' of the fish he'd soon ketch!
At last at the river, he wasted no time
     And set about castin' that rotten old line.
No sooner settled on the bank where he lay
     Than a tug on the line meant a fish there to play.
Now the boy pulled hard, but that fish, he did too
     And the contest grew fiercer, as such struggles do.
Soon, it was plain to the boy and he thought
     A fish that big sure ought to be caught!
Still, a strange mixture of sadness and pride
     Made the boy want to run off and hide.
So, when--with a snap!--that old line did part
     A new kind of feeling warmed the lad's heart.
He turned from the river and with a wide grin
     Whispered softly,  "goodbye", to his slippery old

About this poem

My first job out of college provided me with many idle hours. Somehow, I began writing stuff down and decided to try a little poetry. I have no idea where the inspiration came from. This is one of my earlier attempts.

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Written on 1978

Submitted by Marv44 on July 05, 2023

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Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 1,231
Words 248
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 27

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  • npirandy
    I remember when I had caught a trophy walleye, the chills I got when I released him, and he seemed to look at me just before he turned to swim away to fight another day. Only a Fisherman could understand.
    LikeReply4 months ago
  • Philipo
    Wanting to know if it was fish pulling that much or mermaids. Congrats.
    LikeReply4 months ago
  • roslyn_w
    Beautiful fishing story with a lesson.
    LikeReply9 months ago
  • Jewoo525
    I love fishing, more conceptually than as a practice perhaps. Congratulations!
    LikeReply9 months ago
  • sshipley
    I voted for your poem. So happy you won first prize. I love they story - well written.
    LikeReply9 months ago
    • Marv44
      LikeReply9 months ago
  • Vixility
    Cheers, fellow Colorado resident! Congratulations on your well-deserved win.
    LikeReply 19 months ago
    • Marv44
      I actually live in WA state but I was born in Cortez. Thank you!
      LikeReply9 months ago
  • lovingempath
    Congratulations Marvin! Great use of imagery and language! :)
    LikeReply9 months ago
    • Marv44
      Thank you!
      LikeReply9 months ago
  • David_Zeoli
    Congratulations! Wonderful poem.
    LikeReply 19 months ago
    • Marv44
      Thank you!
      LikeReply9 months ago
  • Symmetry60
    High-five, Marvin. Congratulations on a job well done.
    LikeReply 19 months ago
    • Marv44
      Thank you!
      LikeReply9 months ago
  • Jd003984
    Congratulations beautiful poem
    LikeReply 29 months ago
  • cokerrogers
    Wonderfully vivid story. Also, congratulations on first place
    LikeReply 29 months ago
    • Marv44
      Thank you!
      LikeReply9 months ago
  • jcodd1450
    I love to fish and this poem told a good story of me
    LikeReply 29 months ago
    • Marv44
      Thank you!
      LikeReply9 months ago
  • Rivermjohn
    It’s very sweet and very good at invoking the imagery of the scene. You can feel the poor boys plight. Very nice
    LikeReply 19 months ago
    • Marv44
      Thank you!
      LikeReply9 months ago
  • sshipley
    I could just see the little freckled face boy at the river - made me smile. There were several poems I really liked but this one warmed my heart.
    LikeReply 19 months ago
    • Marv44
      Thank you!
      LikeReply9 months ago
  • npirandy
    As a true fisherman myself, the allure of this poem caught my eye. I couldn't resist the message contained in the battle for dominance lost. Oh, so many times I've felt that pain!
    LikeReply 19 months ago
    • Marv44
      Thank you!
      LikeReply9 months ago


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