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Angling
Alongside, a cast away
patiently reeling, with hat adorned
fishes that odd, old fellow
from the reserve....
Multiple lines below the surface
landed at a distance
determined by my gear
State-of-the-art equipment
recently purchased
hoping schools appear
I had returned his approaching wave
darkness soon would be the day
unconquered nibbles mourned
Peacefulness dominated
leaves red, and golden yellow
save the spinning of his reel
He expertly timed a hit
testing rod strength, and flex
I reeled in, in awe, and waited
Astounded by the measure
held out at a kneel
for a novice to inspect
I called, "Whadja use?"
he stood up, upon hearing
after burdening his laden stringer
Beaming timeless pleasure
rested his hands, to my quering
on his head, and heart
for clues
patiently reeling, with hat adorned
fishes that odd, old fellow
from the reserve....
Multiple lines below the surface
landed at a distance
determined by my gear
State-of-the-art equipment
recently purchased
hoping schools appear
I had returned his approaching wave
darkness soon would be the day
unconquered nibbles mourned
Peacefulness dominated
leaves red, and golden yellow
save the spinning of his reel
He expertly timed a hit
testing rod strength, and flex
I reeled in, in awe, and waited
Astounded by the measure
held out at a kneel
for a novice to inspect
I called, "Whadja use?"
he stood up, upon hearing
after burdening his laden stringer
Beaming timeless pleasure
rested his hands, to my quering
on his head, and heart
for clues
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