It is pleasant in the forest, Down beside a shady brook, Just to sit and dream and ponder, And to fish with line and hook. Find a shady, cozy corner, With the murmuring brook below; Watch the little fishes playing, Lightly slipping to and fro. Drop the angle in the water, See it slowly sink from sight; Sit so very still and patient, You'll be sure to get a bite. See! the line is gently moving, Now it's still,—now moves toward land; Then a splash—a sudden jerking Nearly pulls it from your hand. Now he's got it! Hold it steady! One sharp pull and all is o'er; With scales gleaming in the sunlight A chub lies panting on the shore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: SARAH BROWN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE GOLDEN CORPSE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET BIRTHDAY POEM FOR THOMAS HARDY by CECIL DAY LEWIS DESIRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LET ME NOT LOSES MY DREAM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |