BRIANS'S Fish Stories..... [a new generation of fishermen; big catches; family fun]
Over fifty years ago a boy named Brian.... lived in mid-New York.
One day he took a pole to a pond and caught a fish, not pork.
After hooking it, Brian thought.....that playing the fish could be a chore,
so Brian yanked HARD on the pole. The fish flew through the air, landing on the shore.
This year Milt’s son Brian, five years old, Old-Brian’s true namesake,
went with his family for two weeks to Minnesota and a fishing lake.
A prayer was said, the line was cast, and Young-Brian settled in boat to wait.
And, golly gee, Brian did catch a fish.....much TOO BIG for his plate.
I’m sure my friend Milt was excited, as you’d expect a dad to be, and
Brian’s eyes were “saucer-sized”....as God and men could see.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
anyway, ....milt sent an email outlining a recent fish story his son now has and i incorporated the email and my own distant fish story into the above poem. my story is true and i assume milt's is also.
(except that my fishing style may have had more to do with ignorance than laziness)
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