The Old Fishing Fond
Memories of boyhood days come
tiptoeing across my mind,
coloring it with the
reflections
of summers on Grandma’s farm…
My mornings were spent
at the old fishing pond,
where I’d wait impatiently
for a nibble at the bait;
when I hooked a fish,
my heart always leaped
excitedly.
These were times
of happiness and
satisfaction…
What a joy it would be
to return to the old fishing
pond,
but too much time has past
and the distance is too far
to travel.
Yet, I am still blessed to
recall
these memories with a smile.
John W. (Bill) Williams is a
retired language arts and children’s literature educator. He lives in Martin, GA, where he stays busy
with his art and poetry. He has been
published in a variety of venues.
John,
ReplyDeleteI remember this poem from Pancakes in Heaven. John you are a true inspiration and a great friend! Thanks for sending me your book, "A Cup of Warm Words".
Your good friend,
David
Hi John, lovely to reminisce and still have such sharp memories, thank you for sharing this lovely piece.
ReplyDeleteWhat a joy your "The Old Fishing Pond" is, John. Another nicely-written poem. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
ReplyDeleteDear Friends,
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words for John on his lovely poem. I will send them to him by mail. John, you have such a gift for words--inspirational messages to uplift others. Wishing you the best always, my friend.
Blessings,
Karen