June 24, 2015

Bridge Fishin'

Bridge Fishin'
By John R. Greenwood

Bridge fishin' with dad
kids with friends
the scene across an outlet
paints a smile upon me 
as I spy from an opposing bank

nibbles of anticipation mount
trucks roar by above 
unaware of the
summer memory born below

these are the days we cherish
years after the fish 
no longer bite
neglected tackle lay rusted
deep in garage shadows


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17 comments:

  1. Folkways Note BookJune 25, 2015 at 2:26 PM

    A portrait of summertime pleasure. Great photo and poem -- barbara

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    1. Raining IguanasJuly 13, 2015 at 5:29 PM

      It made me want to go grab a fishing pole that's for sure.

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  2. MaryJuly 12, 2015 at 4:12 PM

    Those memories will live for a long, long time! Nice poem & photos.

    Nice to see you again, John.

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  3. UnknownJuly 12, 2015 at 4:15 PM

    I always thought fishing was so much more than that "catch" so many great memories at the end of the line.
    A sweet poem for summer :)

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  4. brudbergJuly 12, 2015 at 4:41 PM

    Sounds like a wonderful memory for summer.. you have made it last...

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    1. Raining IguanasJuly 13, 2015 at 5:31 PM

      My father started the fishing memory thing when I was a kid. They sure linger. :)

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  5. Gemma WisemanJuly 12, 2015 at 4:47 PM

    Those garage shadows tend to bring some light to precious memories.

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  6. Sherry Blue SkyJuly 12, 2015 at 6:29 PM

    Wonderful to see you posting in the Pantry, kiddo! Yippee! That dad doesnt realize the precious memories he is making - years from now he will look back, as we all do, with such nostalgia. I took my son fishing in his boyhood - a gift that stuck with him all his life. His best days are still spent fishing.

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  7. AnonymousJuly 12, 2015 at 11:02 PM

    Lovely memories ...guaranteed to bring a smile.

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  8. Sumana RoyJuly 13, 2015 at 12:04 AM

    a very pleasant read...love how memories are being treasured to be cherished in solitude....

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  9. Kerry O'ConnorJuly 13, 2015 at 6:00 AM

    This is a wonderful capture - so few parents take their children out to fields or rivers these days.

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  10. Jae RoseJuly 13, 2015 at 9:21 AM

    This makes me think how different life is above and below the bridge...how we see it with young eyes and with older ones..a very thoughtful poem..really fished inside the soul

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  11. SusanJuly 13, 2015 at 11:59 AM

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  12. Gen Giggles July 13, 2015 at 2:23 PM

    Fishing is often a nostalgic activity remembering times spent while spending time.

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  13. Rosemary Nissen-WadeJuly 14, 2015 at 5:15 AM

    I greatly enjoyed both the photos and the poem.

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  14. Vinay Leo R.July 14, 2015 at 11:15 AM

    Looks like fun. :) Never fished yet. Maybe one day.

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  15. MargaretJuly 19, 2015 at 12:02 AM

    ...and I know your tackle has been lovingly and well used!

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