Category Archives: Fishing

Spinning Bait


‘Neath the crystal shining water
Lodged amongst the weeds
Another competing shine
lay entwined

It was not profound
or naturally blessed with the poet’s
turn of phrase

Nor was it some phenomenon
of nature
encased within the naturalist’s
explanation –
with need of
the professor’s investigation

But shone it did –
approaching beauty –
near to
what only nature provides

Waiting for the line to snap
As the fisherman tried in vain
To free the three-pronged spinner

‘Horrible thing’ –
toothed and menacing
The pike’s most feared enemy

At interludes of rest
amidst his sweating effort to free it
– the fisherman sat and marvelled
at it’s shine

How innocuous and
is this piece of metal –
best kept there until the sun
seeks it out in it’s next smile

rendering it innocent when
knowledge of it’s use is missing

Enhancing it
to entertain with glee
the eyes of you or me.

However –

All that glitters does not have soft intent
But rips into flesh to get the predator out

Snap – cut – terminate – the line
And leave it where it is

Best to capture our eyes with beauty
Than to ravage fish for fun (?)


Fishing Bond


The dew rested on the grass
That semi-chill factor
Pins and needles effect
On your advancing face

Good job – these water boots!
The grass is so long

Morning – Right time to fish
Or so they say

First cast in

Birds chirping now
with intermittent grace

And yes straight away
bite on the line
Played well and landed

Catch and release
ten fish later and
it’s time for a ‘home made’

Sandwich and a slurp of soup

Back to the casting
But as the day dwindles past noon
Then past the six o’clock mark
So too dwindles the fish

Still – thirty fish can’t be bad
Let’s call it a day
Did I say: my son caught more?

I pretend envy
While secretly so glad
for his success
Best buddies in the love of God
Thank you fish
My excuse for bonding





Riverside Stroll


A normal stroll
along the bank
of the river side
the side the river is on
cause on the other side
there is no side
only the other side
of the river

Whilst walking along
the river bank
at the side of the river
a tree was espied
just up from the side
of the river side
and the tree
leans hopelessly –
for one day
it will surely slide

Into the river
– at a push
sloping off
the river bank
into the river
from the side

And to stop the kids
swinging on the branch
lest they slip and slide
away – into the ‘tide’
it is fenced-off
from the bank
– high and impenetrable
is the fence
for safety’s sake

Preventative medicine
one might say

Tampering with nature
on the other hand
is not always the way
For danger looms at every
cut and turn

But as I say –
strolling along the bank
some talk of
their lucky stars to thank

But superstition is out
you see
Hocus-pocus – means a zero
– zero tolerance
it receives from me.

And as I stroll
along the bank
No fish I see –
past the river bank
Nor surfacing
– no splash is found

No place to sit
no lost fish
over which to frown

Nothing to stop
the slippery slope
all the way down

All the way down
from the river bank
at the side
of the river
I sank.

’Til my feet hit
the strong branch
but just in time

I remain unwet –
dry to an extreme
“Saved the day”
the branch did say
in a whisper I didn’t hear
Sudden fear
had departed
as quick as it
was here

For the river was deep
That’s what
all the fuss is about
And not falling in
But staying out

Is really
the best course
of action to take

So enjoy the scenery
– River,
river bank,
nature and all
at the side

Terra firma no less
keeps you safe
and still