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FISHING WITH MY DAD

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We sat in quiet contemplation

By the fishing pond

Cementing ever stronger

An easy lifelong bond.

 

Eating bacon cobs upon

A near-by wooden bench

I had caught two mirror carp

My dad had caught two tench.

 

The sun shone on those honeyed days

(Or maybe that’s my myth)

There’s no-one else on God’s good Earth

I’d rather have been with.

 

Now he’s slipped beyond my reach

Through Heaven’s one-way door

What would I give if I could live

Those wondrous days once more.

◄ THE BYRON

THE UNDATEABLES ►

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John Coopey

Mon 10th Jul 2023 14:42

Thanks for your thoughts, MC.

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M.C. Newberry

Mon 10th Jul 2023 11:00

JC-trust you to come up with a rod for our backs - in the nicest way, of course!. I have my own memories of fishing the local
stream for trout in my boyhood village of Box in Wiltshire and
later exploring the Wiltshire/Somerset River Avon for perch.
Happy days.

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John Coopey

Sat 8th Jul 2023 19:49

Thankyou for your kind thoughts, Stephen G and Russell.

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Stephen Gospage

Sat 8th Jul 2023 16:56

Perfection in every sense, John. You have struck gold with this one.

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Russell Jacklin

Sat 8th Jul 2023 14:52

captured the moment superbly

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John Coopey

Sat 8th Jul 2023 12:19

Thankyou, Ray and Manish for the Like. The saddest thing for me is that I am The Last of the Pecheurs, with no sons or grandchildren to bore with fishing.

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raypool

Sat 8th Jul 2023 10:46

This is one of those poems that make us all feel good and has those ingredients we so often seek that can end up in cul de sacs but this is a delightful bubble of that spirit of adventure and comfort. Well done for lifting the spirits John!

Ray

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Graham Sherwood

Sat 8th Jul 2023 08:57

I remember him saying things like
‘Go and sit next to Jack, he’ll show you how to change your float’ or else
‘Sit still there’s a vole near your feet’

The gravel pits where we used to fish is now a country park, far too busy for fishing.

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John Coopey

Sat 8th Jul 2023 08:47

Thankyou, John, Graham, Tom, Stephen, and Kevin for your thoughts. And Helene and Greg for the Likes. Fellow maggot drowners will recognise the pic is neither a carp nor a tench (both fighting fish) but a submissive bream.

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kJ Walker

Sat 8th Jul 2023 07:56

Nice one John.
I'd have loved to have had just one day like that.

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Stephen Atkinson

Fri 7th Jul 2023 23:52

Beautifully written, John. 🌈

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Tom

Fri 7th Jul 2023 23:22

I love this one, John.

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Graham Sherwood

Fri 7th Jul 2023 23:01

Halcyon days, weren’t they just!

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John Gilbert Ellis

Fri 7th Jul 2023 22:59

Beautifully heartfelt, John. Your ‘myth’ is key to continuing to enjoy those moments.

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