Fishing Poetry

I found this poem today while looking through a file cabinet in search of another file I misplaced. This was written in 1990 during my senior year of college for my Contemporary Poetry class.

Me and My Fishing Pole

 

Back to nature at Little Dixie,

It's just me and my fishing pole.

Nothing disturbs me here. There are

No cars to honk their horns. There are

No ringing phones or doorbells.

 

All that remains in my earshot is

the fait whispering of water rushing to the shore.

I hear the splash of geese skimming across the water.

I hear the nesting bluebirds feeding young ones in a tree.

I see the squirrels, and rabbits, and fish swimming near and far.

 

I long for days like these with nothing much to do.

No papers or homework, no bills or yelling roommates.

I wish I had more time, away from life's subtle pressures.

I'd spend time alone enjoying the simply soothing times

escaping hustle and bustle if it's only for a day.

 

Brian Pearcy

March 20, 1990

1st Draft

Poem #8