Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2011
Fisherman Floating on the sea all day:
For every one he catches,
There are ten that got away.
Why does he keep at it? Well, only he can say.

Dandelion pushing through a crack in the street:
The going’s a bit tough,
But that air tastes so sweet.
Makes it worth attempting the impossible feat.

Little fawn falling down on the forest floor:
Life’s no breeze,
But it means so much more.
A thought to keep you going when all your limbs are sore.

Fisherman bobbing on the waves at night:
The stars are in the ocean,
The moon is full and bright.
A price cannot be placed on such a wondrous sight.
Ben Coleman
Written by
Ben Coleman
1.4k
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems