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  1. #1
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    Default Your fishing Pole

    Your Fishing Pole

    There is something about you, something in your soul
    something that seems to surround your fishing pole….

    You moved to the coast, now that’s no lie
    And we had a hard time with that little goodbye
    But no need for heartache, no need to console
    You had your boat and your fishing pole.

    You know everyday you go out to fish
    it’s like a genie granting every little wish
    every time that bobber goes out of control
    we know you are happy with your fishing pole.

    Now on birthdays it’s special out on the water
    I hear if you’re there, they’ll jump for the slaughter
    You’ll be piling them in like your lucks on a roll
    Reeling them in with your fishing pole

    So today of all days take heed and relax
    Pack up a cooler with drinks and some snacks
    put on your shoes and go take a stroll
    Down to your boat with your fishing pole.



    Kathleen J. Shields


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    Default The Last Cast

    The Last Cast - Death of a S-Glass

    Made by the hands of an old salt,
    given to me as a token of friendship,
    both one of a kind.

    Cherry in color, wraps of silver and pale blue,
    casted as a steady for ten years.
    Always at my side on the walk,
    a backup for twelve, used only to bring back memories.

    Cared for as a child, protecting it from any harm,
    never traveled outside of a vehicle,
    no stones to scratch or blem this one.

    Admired by some,
    questioned at the line by others,
    no matter, my enjoyment rewarded.
    The capabilities sometimes exceeded,
    the hits felt through the hands,
    the runs felt into the body,
    the drag of a healthy Striper onto dry sand,
    the admiration of the fish,
    the thanks to the Stick,
    only to be repeated again.

    The run was slow,
    first light was starting,
    my prime time, nervous,
    the casts were numerous,
    something felt different,
    the load, the departure, the snap.
    My line? No. No one else around.
    It is me, disbelief, confusion, splintered,
    one that was once one, is now two.

    Twenty two years of trips, the comfort of the hand placements,
    memories of fish caught, the occasional gull.
    Now done, finished,
    tired and now retired,
    to hang on a wall
    along with old plugs,
    to look at and reminisce.
    The memories can't be duplicated,
    only remembered, Thanks.

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    "There is a pleasure in the pathless woods;
    There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
    There is society, where none intrudes,
    By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
    I love not man the less, but Nature more..."
    -Lord Byron

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