fishing - Popular Poems and stories from category

SS
OR
UT
NG         IN

HE
CK
The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grewtoo close together
The creek was like 12, 845 telephonebooths in a row with high Victorian ceilings and all the doorstaken off and all the backs of the booths knocked out

HE
SY OF
UT
NG IN

ER
OD        OF
NG
UT

I have never been fishing on the Susquehannaor on any river for that matterto be perfectly honest
Not in July or any monthhave I had the pleasure--if it is a pleasure--of fishing on the Susquehanna
I am more likely to be foundin a quiet ...

There's a piping wind from a sunrise shore Blowing over a silver sea,
There's a joyous voice in the lapsing tide That calls enticingly;
The mist of dawn has taken flight To the dim horizon's bound,
And with wide sails set and eager ...

EA,
EA
The man who owned the bookstore was not magic
He was not athree-legged crow on the dandelion side of the mountain

When the lucent skies of morning flush with dawning rose once more,
And waves of golden glory break adown the sunrise shore,
And o'er the arch of heaven pied films of vapor float
There's joyance and there's freedom when the fishing ...

a novel by Richard Brautigan
HE
ER
OR