Fishing With Mr. Wiffle ® Poem by Ted Sheridan
Fishing With Mr. Wiffle ®
Casting his artificial lure out on the surface of the water
The man envisions the depths of his surroundings and his being
Looking beneath the obvious ripples and turmoil of fishing
He reads the undercurrents and eddies of catching
It is there, standing on the water
Where he understands his full potential
(2007)
they also fish who only stand and stare 10
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5/6/2024 9:39:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Went to the ocean. A few small fish at sunset Spirt all renewed Hey Ted, I actually did go salt water fishing yesterday (was off on Columbus Day) . Just snapper blues... but just seeing those gulls diving, the baitfish jumping, the sunset... God! I felt so alive.. so renewed..excited, yet relaxed...so part of the universe, yet so detached from everyday reality. Zen