by Judy Harkins

Created on: April 08, 2009   Last Updated: April 13, 2009

Puddles for Fishin'

Puddles for Fishin' after the rain.

He held out the pole that came off his train.

Although, he didn't own one all the same.

A pole he created off his train.

Outside in the driveway he lowered the pole in.

Red jacket on the outside and his hat coverin' his chin.

He raised it higher than his head you know.

Lowering the pole slowly as low as it would go.

Intensely working, his task at hand.

Raising his pole, whoa no fish again.

Playing all afternoon not big as a minute.

The puddle big enough, and his voracious grin.

Bringing out my old camera, I got several great shots.

A moment in time, that shouldn't be forgot.

The puddle as large and wide as he was tall.

No worries Mom he hollered, I'm not going to fall.

Holding this vision next to my heart.

My eyes swell with tears as his youth did depart.

Time will never erase the youth in the puddle.

He kept kept fishing and fishing in the murky muddle.

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