Thursday, August 21, 2025

Fishing

 Fishing

 

Down beneath the waters blue

Await treasures for me and you

Cause in the depths you’ll find

Fishes of every kind

To nourish the body and please your mind

Get line, hook and bait

Cast it into the water and patiently wait

Soon you’ll have a nibble or two

I think you know what to do

On a good day when all is done

You have food for everyone

Let alone a whale of fun

Once the fish seemed infinite in number

But the protectors began to slumber

Now the rivers are polluted foul

And islands of plastic are on the prowl

The ocean in life’s womb

No our mother lurks in gloom

But we can unite to turn the dirty tide

The clean the waters broad and wide

If we do not turn and repent

Gone will be the treasures heaven sent

And as we perish we will be wishing

That we could once again

Go fishing. 

POLISHED FRAGMENTS

Poet To The Poor


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