crog1967 Loc: Avondale Estates, GA

Louisiana, 1980

Just me and my Dad
Sitting in a jon boat
on the Pearl River
Where the sunrise makes the water
Sparkle like shards of glass

We are armed with cane poles
Rigged with bobber, sinker, and hook.
There's a cage of wriggling crickets
That we dip below the water's surface
Every now and again
to protect them from the heat

We putter downstream
And fish the grassy banks
Where the bass hide to spawn.
As the sun moves
Higher in the sky
We are driven out by fancy bass boats
With roaring engines
and rooster tail wakes
That make it hard
to hold our position

And so we go down a side-channel
Too narrow for prouder boats
We pitch our lines under brush
and against cypress knees
On the hunt for bluegill,
stumpknockers,
and sac au lait.


The sun dapples the water
Through the live oak boughs,
thick with Spanish moss,
that arch gracefully over the lazy current

Sometimes we talk
But mostly we sit in silent companionship
and fish
Just me and my Dad
In a flat-bottomed jon boat
Enjoying our time together
in the middle of Nowhere, Louisiana

Blackdog Loc: Round Rock, TX

Avondale Estates.....I used to live very near there back in the 70's. It was a beautiful place then.
Thanks for the poem Crog1967. It sounds like you have a lot of fond memories of fishing with your Dad.

That's awesome.
Thanks again,
Carry On.


BD

Summer time and the Livin's easy....(Song I know)

Robert J Samples Loc: Round Rock, Texas

Excellent~! As a fellow writer, I can appreciate the time and effort you must have put in!

When my oldest granddaughter was very small she would stay with us for several weeks in the summer. I often went to my office on Saturdays and took her with me because my wife was working those days.
Once, after she had gone home, I noticed she had put some animal crackers inside the plastic piece where usually file names go. I then wrote a poem to help remember her visit. I will look it up and printed it in my first book. Just saying...RJS

FourchonLa. Loc: Fourchon Louisiana, South Louisiana

Your poem just described my father and myself to a tee. Different locales but same situations. Thanks for rekindling the memories.

crog1967 Loc: Avondale Estates, GA

Thank you, Mr. Samples.

rapala54 Loc: Nappanee,IN.

It sure hit the ❤️ heart with me, except it was my grand pa, aka Poppy.

Graywulff Loc: Cortez,Co.

Ella Fitzgerald BD. Great poem crog. Thanks

Big TC Loc: Raytown, MO.

I miss my dad. He would have been 103 years old. Passed away in 1998.

jim42 Loc: hersey mi

brings back memories of fishing with my dad and brother thanks for the Memories. Miss you dad and bob

river otter Loc: Florida

Love it!