Fishing
A pound, were you go to kick back.
were you ketch those shimmy scaly things,
that swim about the water and that eats anything small enough
that nibbles at your feet trying to find food win you relax in the summer time.
But mostly going to the pound to fish to relax, to think, to have time to yourself.
Main isn't it fun to fish?
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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