GONE FISHIN’

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Originally posted 7-24-17

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

A morning mist engulfs the lake, the air is fresh and clean.

You pull the anchor and set out, to waters so serene,

The sputter of the motor spits, encroaching other sounds,

That lead to the old fishing hole, where breakfast does abound,

You may sit there for many hours, in quiet contemplation.

But when the bobber bounces down, with wild anticipation,

You reel it in and hope to see, a catch that will suffice,

But sitting there just waiting, was also extremely nice.

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As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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3 Responses to GONE FISHIN’

  1. I love this! Yes, sitting there was awfully nice.. so relaxing! Beautiful poem that takes me back to so many such trips with my grandfather, dad and brother! 🙂 ❤ ❤

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    • atimetoshare.me says:

      My two older kids loved fishing with their dad. The youngest, trying to imitate daddy casting, threw her rod into the lake. That was the end of fishing for her.

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  2. love the rhetoric and phrasing.

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