Big Fish Poem by John McCornack

Big Fish



My dream was to catch a big fish
Uncle Harold said fish when its dark
So out of my warm bed I would hop
And fishing became my trademark

My sunrises were spend on the banks
Was a perfect way to start every day
But it always ended without my fish
So photography became a better way

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