A personal miscellany.
There is a lonely, mostly thankless job... Surely, the fish do not thank the fisherman for catching them. I thank you, lonely fisherman! I love fish!
The story of the net is in its holes!
That is one place I wouldn't want to have many distractions - not from the size of those nets!!
I'm with Barb on this one. The photo and poem together is wonderful!
So much net and that one poor soul to mend them. I think I would want distractions myself... but then I would probably never finish the job.
What an overwhelming task. Great haiku, Mandy.
Beautiful haiku..mundane meanderingsPS: Please do come and post at Monday Poetry Train Revisited. You will love to board it
What a job that would be...wonderful photo and matching words!
one has to be dedicated to the art of fishing...it is constant..
the story of my life! :)
i have to admit that i would love to sit beside that fellow & listen to his stories...
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