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Perfect moon tonight
the clouds are shadow dancing now
on our country lake

makes echoes of past
wonderful memories with dad
come alive again

fishing on our boat
in late spring with our dog goldie
silence unbroken

but for the splashing
of our captured native brown trout
chasing our may flies

we had caught supper
our camp fire was slowly burning
frying pan sizzling

baby potatoes
and fried Irish greens in butter
and of course the trout....
..
our supper was served.
On fancy plates made of pewter
and stories were told

before bed;

Hi James - I enjoyed this very much.
I like how you've captured this moment of Father and son.
You create some very strong images.

but for the splashing
of our captured native brown trout
chasing our may flies

fishing on our boat
in late spring with our dog goldie
silence unbroken

This and many others in here are very pleasing, Jimbo.


~ Lizzy

thank you Ladies

Jimbo, I have come late to this poem but I love it and envy you memories such as these.
What are Irish greens?

cabbage leeks spring onions anything green in season
frie d up in butter like a stir fry put the fish on top

wolla................

thank you