Wild Passion

When I was a child, young and mild
My fishing love began in the wild

With creeks and ponds, I had a bond
So of all wild places I'm rather fond
Water and woods are calming to me
Now my passion's plain to see

While roaming wildly, here and there
Of the modern world I have no care
Now worry not if you can't reach me, I've left home all technology.  <(;HF+<

Pond Fishing Love

Hi Fishing Friends

So you love pond fishing too, well YOU are in the right place. Here at my little site we can share that passion!!

My fishinglove bond
Began in a pond
My passion is plain to see
Scroll down my wall
Come one, come all
What pondfishing means to me.

The Fishing Time Poem

Fishing Time

First rays of sun, through the lakeside trees. 
The sweet smell of lilac, mixed with the breeze. 
To the quiet of shallows, my craft I did ease. 
It's mornings like this, that make memories. 

A dip in the water, I give to the oar 
Pushing off smoothly, away from the shore. 
Another few yards, just a little bit more.
I'll begin my ballet, That's what I'm here for. 

I wind up my arm, to make my first cast. 
Just as I've done, many times in the past.
It's moments like this, I just want to last. 
It's "fishing time", and it surely goes fast.

An Original Poem by Jon Wright <(;HF+<
See More Great Poetry Here @ https://www.tsu.co/jonow

Photo taken on 2-16-15 by Jon Wright at a new lake I got permission to fish last year