Fishing Poem by John Carter Brown

Fishing

Freshwater angling, what a very strange thing
sitting on a wicker-box, staring at a string;
hoping that a little fish will come along and bite
and pull your float right under...
you never know, it might!

There is no magic formula for catching little fish
many anglers take the view, and really really wish
that they could catch a big one, or even medium-size,
and win a competition,
with money as a prize.

But me, I've lost the interest (though remember as a kid,
collecting eggs and fishing, yes, these few things I did)
but as a man, the though of hooking worms from a container
doesn't thrill me any more,
in fact, it's a no-brainer.

By John Brown November 2021