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My Fishing Boat ( a poem for memories)

Updated on October 12, 2014
On the water
On the water
Another day full of possibilities.
Another day full of possibilities.
Quarry sought
Quarry sought
Sky so radiant
Sky so radiant
Fishing's good
Fishing's good
what dreams are made of...
what dreams are made of...



My days on the water, those sunlight times, all so joyful, full of cheer,

Every hour spent, as a dream's accent, in my boat, that I did steer.

At a dawning of light, to break the night, I was prepared, ready to go,

In days of blue skies, no fisherman denies, even when wild winds to blow.


Those early days, so happy the times, and to fish for any reason or rhyme,

Now as I've grown old, every hour as gold, Each trip much more sublime.

My favorite hour, on my seat as a tower, just as the sun prepares to retire,

The feeling I adore, as a king to implore, this kingdom to honor its sire.


All Reds the bright gold, a beauty so bold, a sunset's radiance to behold,

The day's last light, soon to fade from my sight, as curtains of night unfold.

My last fond cast of the trip to last, in a fine memory, of a time, well passed,

My thoughts for tomorrow, of past trips, I borrow, a rising sun to come so fast.


While in my bed I rest, this day the best, a fishing trip to always remember,

My Hopes to sore, will be many more, in store for me, January to December.

Nightly visions bright, throughout the night, awaiting the sun's dawning light,

My dreams soar high, and in sleep I try, to reminisce, in such a wonderful sight.








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Awaiting the dawning of a new day on the water.
Awaiting the dawning of a new day on the water.

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      whonunuwho 3 years ago from United States

      Memories help to shape us and what is to come in our lives, as well. Thanks my friend. whonu

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      Deb Hirt 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Memories are something that we'll always have. Thanks for the great reminders.

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      whonunuwho 3 years ago from United States

      Thank you my friend. whonu

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      whonunuwho 3 years ago from United States

      Great and wish I could be out there a lot more often. Thanks. whonu

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      Shauna L Bowling 3 years ago from Central Florida

      Whonu, I almost missed this. I'm glad I 'caught' it. Ha ha.

      There's nothing like being on the water to experience the beauty of life and the freedom of the wind. You brought back some beautiful memories with this poem, my friend.

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      whonunuwho 3 years ago from United States

      Thanks MsDora and blessings to you and yours. whonu

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      Dora Weithers 3 years ago from The Caribbean

      Thanks for sharing these beautiful memories. This is stuff happy lives are made of!