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



17 comments:

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

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

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

    Nice to see you again, John.

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

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

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

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  6. 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. Lovely memories ...guaranteed to bring a smile.

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

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

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

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  13. I greatly enjoyed both the photos and the poem.

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

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

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