A cloudless sky, A sun-warmed brook, Crooked old pole, Bent pin for a hook. Barefoot boy with A piece of twine, Knotted and spliced, For a fishing line. Lunch in a bag Smoky frying pan, Wriggling worms In a rusty can. Big bear-hug, a Kiss or two; This I remember, Fisherman . . . do you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NICHARCHUS UPON PHIDON HIS DOCTOR by EZRA POUND OF JACOPO DEL SELLAIO by EZRA POUND THE BOYS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES WINTER WITH THE GULF STREAM by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS TO JOSIAH ROYCE by BRENT DOW ALLINSON MEMORY'S DOOR by MARY OTTO ASHER |