Fishing Fool - A Poem

[PJ Garn]

Hi Raiders

Thought I'd Re-Post a poem I wrote recently!!! It has been read on radio 2SM and I have sent it to Clean-up Australia to try to get something done about cleaning this area up!!! It has also been sent to one of the major fishing mags so if you see it anywhere I'd love to know!!!!

Cheers

PJ Garn

Fishing Fool*

On a quiet bend in old South Creek,

I sit patiently; waiting for Carp to bite...

And remember; back to when I was young,

For most days, after school...

I was a “Fishing Fool”

At a glance... not much has changed,

Stringy bark hangs from ghost white limbs,

As the Magpie’s still happily sing,

And a Daddy Kingfisher; all brightly blue,

Patrols the same banks, his Grandpa once flew.

But I don’t remember, this rubbish strewn,

Upon these banks, on those lazy afternoons,

Bottles, cans, plastic bags and more,

Pepsi, Coke, McDonald’s...

You’ve a lot to answer for!

So what of my mates... Chris, Jason, Marc,

And the good times we spent, fishing till dark,

I remember the time,

We found a dead cow... **

How I wish... you could be here with me now!

Kingfisher watches from his throne up high,

This man; once a boy; as he starts to cry,

Things are different now,

Left with his memories of a fool,

He fishes in THIS... a stagnated pool!!!

*Fool = Mad

Mad = Keen/Enthuastic

**We found a dead bull from a local farm that had been washed away by the floods in the late 80’s. It ended up snagging about 3 metres up a tree and we watched it slowly rot and fall out of the tree over a period of a few weeks.

This is a view of the once lovely bend in South Creek

Note: the scum on the water and gum tree mentioned in poem!!!

Rubbish on the banks left after recent rain in Sydney

Note: The bite detector from WATTO's (They are great value!!!)

Edited October 21, 2007 by PJ Garn