Fish are Jumpin’
5:30 A. M. – I sit in the blue metal chair
On the riverbank and watch the sun.
Rise red over the Ohio Shore.
The coffee is rich and black and hot.
Heidi, my four year old yellow lab,
My love, my soulmate.
Runs and explores at will.
Because at this hour,
We are alone.
hildegard51 said,
July 10, 2009 at 3:26 pm
I love the fact that the title seemigly has nothing to do with the poem. Being a fisherman though I know they were. It sound so peaceful!
JD
hildegard51 said,
July 7, 2009 at 6:27 pm
Oh, Laura,
I am ashamed. I haven’t written any that I want to post, but now I will. It seems that I am stuck on dogs. I will post the one about my neighbors dog, a German shepherd that Iwant to steal. I haven’t had the heart, because she is an outside dog, and would not be happy in my house. They don’t treat her well, and I love her. Thanks again for your inspiration.
Hildegard