Such a Day

Gramma says its all okay
And its time to go fishing—hooray!
So grab the poles
And some wriggly worms too
Think we’ll finally catch Ole Blue?
The sun finally rises
With lures in the pool
It’s real peaceful and sweetly cool
Homework’s for later
After dinner with peanut brittle pie
Can’t do that trig no matter how hard I try
Pole dips down quick
One-Two, then three
Quick John, pull ‘er up, let’s see
Caught Ole Blue but threw ‘im back in
Such a day, can it ever be this great agin
Thank heaven for Ma and Pa; Oh, and Gramma too
Grandpa says it’s all good—-now, shoo

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About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on April 7, 2012, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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