Fishermen

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Fishermen
Written: Maxima

They get up early, about 5,
Chat, still half-asleep
Then sail out down the river
On the waves of their dreams

Dreaming of carps, pikes, perches…
Their nets bulging…
And when a passing train whistle
They start cursing.

They swing their fishing rods, then churn
Their faces hidden under sombreros
Ending up in the shades of willow trees
In the loving embrace of mermaids

12 thoughts on “Fishermen

  1. I some how clicked from my reader into your blog,πŸ™‚ Glad I did.. and I have seen you around loads on various blogs I follow … Loved your poem Fishermen… They hold so much respect from me, the patience of river fishermen and the stamina of those who fish in the North Sea off our coasts of the UK…
    Your words create images in the mind.. a Gift… I am happy to stumble upon your page..πŸ™‚
    Thank you
    Sue

    • Thank you for your kind words. Glad you have found me. Please, feel free to share your comments, suggestions etc. I hope you will continue to enjoy my poems.
      with love maxima

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