Monday, October 13, 2014

A Child Fishing Comments

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Tackle box upon the bench, all drawers open, the lid askance,
overflowing with lures of every description, lines and hooks
in every size, bait of all kinds.
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RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Daniel Brick 13 October 2014

This is a charming vignette of childhood. It captures a moment that doesn't always get acknowledged the time that a child spends alone, using his imagination and taking his pastime seriously. Such time alone is an important part of a child's development and your poem shows why. He had to prepare his fishing box, choose what and how he's going to fish, deal with failure without giving up, know when it's time to go home! I can see myself in this poem, my 45-year-old nephew and my 23-year-old son - we all experienced this day of fishing alone. Thanks for kindling my memory!

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RoseAnn V. Shawiak

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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