My Fishing Tackle Box.

Get an ostensible free in every box!

Like a cherished

treasure chest

it calmly waits

still holding some

of Summer's long lost air

trapped within its folded

multi-layered space,

full of hooks and sinkers,

leaded weights and baits.

o<

Near a tumbled boa of

bright feathered lures

mixed with shiny spinners

and steel spoons obscured

beneath the many heaps

of slimy rubber worms

every one still coated

with some old fish germs.

O<

Clever man made fakes,

with all their wiggles and squirms

fooling startled fish into

hard lessons unlearned.

O<

Rigs and jigs

both big and small

lie where I left them

late last fall

red and white

striped bobbers

float above them all.

O<

Hooks like dangling

question marks

all seem to say.....

Are you ever gonna catch

a prized fish

one of these days??

>O o<

Salmon eggs a floating,

each aborted fish,

looking like hot pink eyes

in a petri dish.

~

OOOOOOOOOO

OOOOOOOOOO

~

Fishing's just like wishing

as we cast out hopes

to catch ourselves a dream

on thin nylon ropes.

O<

Fat Rainbow Trout

who suddenly find

there's no pot of gold

at the end of the line,

O<

A large mouth bass

meets soprano squeals

as your kid brings up

what the lake conceals.

>O

Catfish, Flatfish,

Carp and Pike,

all come up reeling

on a hunger strike.

O< >O O< >O

Multi-colored offerings

in lovely hues

God's gift to man

to chase away his blues,

a lovely form of worship,

using logs as pews.

O<

Spring is waiting

just around the bend

of my favorite rod

when I go fishing again.

O<

Morning sun a glistening

on my lakeside perch

studying a bobber

till I see it lurch.

O<

Hoping for that tug

that tells me there's a bite

man and nature blended

in a long hard fight,

that ends with

something pan fried

on my stove tonight.

O<

©-MFB III

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Ralph Deeds 6 years ago

Nice poem and pics. I used to do a lot of fishing but have gotten away from it lately. I have several tackle boxes and rods of my own and several that I inherited from my dad who was a lifelong avid fisherman. Fond memories.


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Micky Dee 6 years ago

Love that pan fired Trout! Nice MFB!


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Jane@CM 6 years ago

Great pictures and very nice poem.


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prayn4u 6 years ago

WOW!!! WHAT A CATCH!!! Nice hub!!!


seasoning 6 years ago

love the poem....... fishing not altogether attractive to me, but you made it seem so.


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thevoice 6 years ago from carthage ill

terrific work


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pbwriterchick 6 years ago

Can't wait to go a'fishin'! :D

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