This column is dedicated to one of the highest art forms in the sphere of human communication—Poetry. Nothing is nobler than the expression of human emotion. All poetry is perfect, no matter what the format or the background of the poet. A voice is a voice. With poetry, you get more than words. You get rhythm, you get sound, you get silence, you get mood—you get emotion. What more can you ask? This column is also dedicated to all the people who have ever lived, those here now, and those yet to come. God bless the poets among you. They carry the soul of the world.

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The Fisherman

The Fisherman - Quiet moments in the countryside, where the calm appreciation of nature is possible, feeds the spirit and the body.


He rowed steadily in the wind

As small waves lapped against the wood boat

Eddies swirled, set in motion by oars lifting from the water

He renewed the effortless rhythm

Gliding to a stump in the middle of the lake

Two bamboo poles arose, their lines loosely floating in air

While he reached for the can of nightcrawlers

He cast the baited hooks as far as the lines would allow

Taking note of the floating corks tied a few feet above the hooks

Pausing for a moment, he enjoyed the freshness of the day

Before the careful watching began

His skill and patience were rewarded again this day

Perch and sunfish filled his bucket before the morning chill ebbed

He imagined the dinner his wife would cook,

Fried filets with fresh vegetables from the garden

As he rode home in the tan Hudson, the quiet enjoyment of the lake stayed with him

And he smiled for no one in particular

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