Going Fishing
I know that it’s not about
nabbing a catch,
as you meticulously fetch,
fishing poles and fine mesh nets.
It’s about taking, and making time
for self, by taking stock
in nature’s wealth.
It’s about getting away
from the hustle and bustle,
of the everyday grind,
that clouds the mind.
Going fishing
Is about growing and knowing,
Just how far you’ve come,
and where you are going.
It’s a personal trip to rekindle
The soul,
that will keep thoughts young,
as time grows old.
But the ultimate skill
Is not proven until;
with slippery fingers
And scarred hands
you can,
Bait your hook,
without dropping your book
on Tales of the Great Fisherman.
©Joyce Hill-Chamouris
By Joyce Chamouris
Originally from Amelia, VA, Joyce Hill-Chamouris had her first poem published at age 13. Her works have been published in several Anthologies & magazines. Joyce worked as a freelance writer for the Richmond Afro Newspaper writing articles, poetry & editorial comments. She resides in Richmond with husband Tom.
My Dad would have agreed with you.
Hi Rita,
Thanks so much for your response. It means a great deal to me to make a connection with my poetry.
Great poem! Proud to say I knew you when!
Hi Mark,
Thanks !
Beautiful poem. So true to how many us feel. Keep up the great work.
Hi Jackie,
Thanks so much!
Hey Joyce, just read your poem! It’s beautiful and is a great reminder of what I’ll be saying shortly! So proud of you. I would love to read more ✍🏽👋🏽
Hi Susan,
Thanks so much!