I certainly do Rebel Girl:
Fishing.
To catch a cod, when out at sea,
To strike, to play, then set it free.
To use such skill, is my one wish,
That I should be allowed to fish.
To walk along the river’s edge,
To fish the Mayfly or Green Sedge,
A June evening, when all is calm,
To hold a small trout in one’s palm.
To fish along the cold lake shore,
To catch a pike and pray for more,
And when one’s strength is truly spent,
To wander home, fully content.
To those who say that I‘m a fool,
And say to fish, is something cruel,
I say to them, it’s nature’s way,
This man shall fish until death’s day.
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