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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=531103" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>This Is No Fish Story</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We had been up and down Redwood Creek<br>For what seemed to me to be all day<br>Watching my grandfather fish for salmon<br>We started at the mouth of the river</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hiked over sand rocks and slippery green moss<br>The only reason I was there was<br>The fried chicken and potato salad<br>My grandmother made the night before</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lunch seemed so far away<br>My grandfather was out of sight<br>He had worked his way upstream<br>When we heard him yell 'FISH ON! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My grandmother who had been hanging back with me<br>Left me in the sand<br>I had to move fast to catch up<br>Moving around large pieces of driftwood</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He had certainly hooked something<br>His rod bending if half then straightening<br>As he let line out<br>With the reel's drag on</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knew how to fish<br>I just didn't like to<br>I had no patience<br>I wasn't like bird hunting</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I got bored bird hunting<br>When I was by myself<br>With just my dog<br>I could take a shot anyway</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just for practice<br>To get the dog used to the noise<br>Because I had no patience<br>At the age of twelve</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had never seen so much line out before<br>He kept backing further up the wide beach<br>It looked to me as if the fish knew the way<br>And was headed back to the ocean</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hook in his mouth<br>My guess was he was no longer<br>In the mood for spawning<br>He had my grandfather on</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothing personal on either side<br>My grandfather wanted to land the salmon<br>The salmon it appeared wanted <br>My grandfather in the water</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This primal tug of war<br>Went on for some time<br>The salmon tried everything<br>It tried going behind submerged trees</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It woud take a run <br>Straight at the beach<br>My grandfather reeling in the slack<br>As fast as he could</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The salmon would then jump high<br>Doubling back away yanking on the line<br>Trying to dislodge the hook<br>Or snap the line (he'd been on before) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They were both getting tired<br>My grandfather timed the next <br>Pull on his fishing rod<br>With the jump of the salmon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too close to shore this time<br>The beast was on the beach in front of me<br>My grandfather was still reeling in line<br>He knew it wasn't landed yet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was hollering for my grandmother <br>To grab a piece of driftwood<br>To club the monster<br>Who was glaring at me with one eye</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His other eye was in the sand<br>My grandfather's shinning metal lure<br>Stuck out of a bloody mouth<br>Gills were grasping for oxygen in dry air</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I swear I saw in that eye the reflection <br>Of my grandmother running <br>A hunk of driftwood in hand<br>The eye saw it too</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With one last flop like a large wrestler<br>Just before the count of three<br>He went up into the air<br>Snapped the line hit the water and was gone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm not sure what pound test the line was<br>Whatever it was it wasn't enough<br>My gandfather's favorite lure<br>With his hand-tied leader</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Were following their catch<br>As fast as they could<br>Not knowing it was they<br>That had been caught</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Tom+J.+Mariani">Tom J. Mariani</a><div class=q>
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For what seemed to me to be all day
Watching my grandfather fish for salmon
We started at the mouth of the river

Hiked over sand rocks and slippery green moss
The only reason I was there was
The fried chicken..."></div>
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