With rod and reel the toiler plays, And dreams of long vacation days When he shall float on grassy deeps And cast the gleaming lure that sweeps Athwart the hungry bass's gaze. Once more he scorns the careful phrase, The irksome yoke of urban ways, And scents the joy the sportsman reaps With rod and reel. He sees far, forest-girted bays Reflect dawn's iridescent grays; For there he knows the fierce bass keeps A constant vigil—there it leaps And takes the lures the sportsmen raise With rod and reel. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE BOY'S DREAM by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING II by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SMALL SELF AND THE LIBERAL SELF by JAMES GALVIN OFFERING by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BATTLEDORE AND SHUTTLECOCK by AMY LOWELL CONSECRATED GROUND; READ AT THE NEW YORK CITY HALL by EDWIN MARKHAM |