Fishing

Fishing......

 

“Hey Dad, I think I’ve caught a whooper!”

A happiness sound;

Vibrates through the air,

My boy’s joy,

In landing a wriggling tiddler,

Fishing on the rocks

Just up from the point,

Back on the beach somewhere

Are lifesavers there.

Nevertheless for this dad and son,

A moment of tranquility and serenity,

Touched each,

In the occasion of the moment,

Surrounds,

Then reaches out,

As wave

Upon magical wave,

A musical intermission;

Breaks the peace of each.

Whilst enjoying the freshness

Of a Pacific zephyr coming from the east,

Fishing here,

As man and his boy,

Casting out over and over,

Beyond the breakers,

Enjoying being as one

This dad and his son.

 

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world

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