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
friend
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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| Scheme | ABCCDDEECCFFBAGGHHICJJKKLMN |
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| Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
| Characters | 1,231 |
| Words | 248 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 27 |
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