I am

I am by Christopher White

 

I am a fisherman with a rod

I hear the water beating the soft rocks that lie in streams

I hear the waves that crash against the cliff sides along the oceans

I see blue landscapes that go beyond the horizon

 

I am a fisherman with a rod

I touch the clouds as I cast my line further than my eyes can perceive

I understand the wind and currents

My hook is submerged but remains bare

 

I am a man

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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