Burning, itching, within a humid hell
Rocking, wading, through a thousand tiny waves
Hurting, limping while forcing anger's quell
Reeling, hoping, to find the one behaves
Hook, line, sinker disappear forever
Jagged rocks tear into feet's tender skin
Repeating this again, never, ever
Yet we can't give up, let the river win
The bobber flies along the rapid currents
Creatures invade along the muddy shore
The test becomes more than just endurance
The fish becomes more than just folklore
Diamonds on the water, bright smile on your face
A day of fishing, I cannot replace
About the Creator
Deanna Repose Oaks
Deanna Repose Oaks started writing poetry as a teenager and never stopped. Inspired by an Editor's Choice Award for "I Give Up" from poetry.com in 2006, she started publshing books in 2007.
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