Sunday, March 18, 2012

Fishing

                                                             Fishing

A boy walked to the old man,

old life met new life.

Fishing but content,

the man was near the end of his book,

but was still, content.

Next morning, the boy goes

fishing with his pole.

The old man is no longer there,

but his pole is.

So the boy silently fishes alone...

6 comments:

  1. This poem reminds me of Ernest Hemmingways Old man and the Sea !! : )



    - S

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  2. This poem is so well written. I absolutely love it.

    -H.

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  3. The line "old life met new life" was one of the most profound lines I've seen posted. I applaud you.
    - Kayla G.

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