Fishing On The Susquehanna In July Comments

Congratulations dear Professor Collins being chosen by Poem Hunter and Team as The Modern Poem Of The Day

This is an amazing poem by Professor Collins, how vrilliantly put, thank you for this profound lesson.5 Stars full!

tryin 2 remember an ole fishin poem. catchin any, gotta few, wat ya usin, gobba worms, fishin on bottom, ridin on bottom, wat ya drinkin, jug a jim beam. thats all i remember. can u help with entire poem

Well imagined and well narrated poem through keeping to indoors and create creative things like painting and writing...a master piece by master poet 10++

rowing upstream in a wooden boat, sliding the oars under the water then raising them to drip in the light. ......excellent thrilling; superbly written this poem on fishing in life; poet greatly enjoyed the fishing on the Susquehanna in July the month of rainy day; sitting on the wooden boat fishing is very enjoyable part in life for anyone; pleasure to read this poem

The poem begins with an honest confession of the poet's not having ever fished on any river, and then goes on with an imagined scenario of his fishing in the Susquehanna River. Loved the concept. Congratulations on the poem's selection as the 'Modern Poem of the Day'!

Billy makes me smile, as he often does with his poems, as I revisit this one. Among the things that make me fond of his poetry are the detailed descriptions—as in raising the oars " to drip in the light" and " water whitening over rocks." Maybe because I'm not interested in fishing myself—though I can see why others might be—I can be particularly resonate with this poem. -GK

Upstream! ! ! With the muse of a curled river! Musing along with the paintings of nature. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

This poem is very nice. keep up writing them. Please write more fishing poems Billy

Nice description of a painting..I guess you very inspired by another artist's works..makes that person a Muse..I enjoy your poetry..

Billy A beautifully written poem. Keep it up

........my favourite stanzas...enjoyed much.. under a blue cloud-ruffled sky, dense trees along the banks, and a fellow with a red bandana sitting in a small, green flat-bottom boat holding the thin whip of a pole.

Nicely done and so much fun. Good poem and best regards-Mike Gale.