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The Fire Burns
Poems
Apr 2018
Memories of Fishing with Dad
On the shores of farm ponds,
and at the edges of lakes,
this is where my memory,
frequently does it take,
Fishing rod in hand,
I walk behind my dad,
casting out for bass,
none of this is sad.
Prowling through the mud,
throwing rocks and catching fish,
if only I could go back here,
sometimes do I wish.
So instead I grab the phone,
and give my dad a call,
tell him dates of the fishing trip,
we take together every fall.
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The Fire Burns
M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)
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