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To The Man Fishing on the Beach

Updated on October 7, 2014

A poem about chance, hope, and dreams

As you stand and cast your line toward the waves

Splashes of orange and amber dot the horizon

I stand in awe of your presence

What brings you to the shore?

Each night a battle between man and sea

Waves crashing on the shore

And you stand casting your line

Again and Again and Again

What do you seek to catch?

What is the challenge?

Is it just the thrill of the unknown?

Not knowing what you will tow to the shore.

Perhaps it is a chance to lose yourself

In the game between man and nature.

Pure fascination with the sport

Feet anchored in the sand

And your eyes focused on the horizon.

You are an inspiration

Because you represent hope

Hope is why you return to the shore

Cast your line and wait

I, too, cast my line into the unknown

Night after night I send it out to the horizon

Again and Again and Again

Never knowing what it will return

And I wait, and I watch, and I hope.


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      Sherri Tuck 4 years ago from Virginia


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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and beautiful. Nothing more relaxing and fun than fishing. Who know what we may find if we cast out fishing lines into the sea of life. Passing this on.

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      Sherri Tuck 4 years ago from Virginia

      Thank you. I have always wanted to try surf fishing, but by husband always says that it is a waste of time. Perhaps his comments were the inspiration for the poem.

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      Theresa Ast 4 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

      This really is quite wonderful and full of meaning . . . and reads just beautifully. Also sharing.

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      Jim Higgins 4 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

      This is beautiful! I was obsessed for a while with surf fishing, bought a little pamphlet about it and tried it here on the Oregon coast, to no avail. The wind is a force of its own. I had more luck in the back bay when I lived in San Diego.

      But, the heart of your poem is " I, too cast my line into the unknown..." and the lines after that. This is a wonderful metaphor for the search for meaning in life.

      I will share this!