scribbler
Nov 09, 2010

FISHING BEAVER PONDS ( EDIT)

A mile walk through muggy July woods
standing dead timber draws nearer
as we reach the marshy shore
of our flooded destination

We wade wearing tennis shoes and jeans
into water whose coolness is welcome
and whose familiar depths are known

Bearing rods and reels and weedless lures
which twirl and splash across the surface
except when stopped
suddenly
by striking large mouth bass
The wake of battle disturbs the surface film
and we chide each other in good nature
for each fish not landed

Only enough kept for supper
( the point of this trip is not food )

Now the afternoon sun lowers
toward leafy horizon
as wood ducks and mallards buzz by us
in squadrons
and two pterodactyl- like blue cranes wave past

Wet explosions of beaver tails
announcing their annoyance at invaders ( us )

Arms and wrists weary from our pleasure
time to leave ere darkness catches us
( Can't see snakes sans sunlight )

Another treasured memory of younger years
and departed brother
fishing at the beaver ponds

About This Poem

Last Few Words: This is the poem which crashed the site during Neobeat. Just kidding ( I hope ). It seems odd without the form punctuation I usually employ in my free verse effort but maybe it still maintains its impact

Style/Type: Free verse

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Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost

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Comments

S

Thank you Shirley. I didn't know if this would have same impact without my usual form punctuation......stan

Race_9togo

I've fished a couple of remote beaver ponds in my life, and you have the experience down perfectly.

Good stuff.

S

My brother and I used to fish some beaver ponds ranging from 5-7 acres in size. Talk about untamed fish ! Alas now my knees preclude fishing there, but I often think of them still there and still full of bass....................stan

K

There's a beaver pond teeming with waterlilies, dragonflies, beavers, heron, fish, frogs, and beautiful flowers, scenery on the way. . It's an exquisite place.

Your poem delighted me as I was back there for a few moments.

~A

S

I have found that within the zone where water and land meld is one of the most fertile ecosystems. I'm glad you've had the chance to observe such a place..................scribbler