|Reviewed by Larry Matthews
|Loved it Ron|
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|fishing, not for fish, whatever the pursuit the preparation and tactics are so similar - and how do we all rue, "the one that got away", whatever or whomever that might have been - an analogy written
with a Great Lakes influence - I wish you love and peace my dear friend - Jon Michael
|Reviewed by Laurel Lamperd
|Great poem, Ron. The photo and the poem tell a story. Lovely photo of you when you were thirteen. I think the fish was more important to the photographer. He caught the picture of the fish perfectly but cut your head off in doing so. Cheers|
|Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow
|Oh the interpretations one could glean from your words.. loved this! And thank you for your comment on 'Innocence and Butterflies'.. the precocious child is my granddaughter..)
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|Wonderful multi-faceted gem, Ron!
My son loves to fish, but we can't go to the lake right now, because of that dratted eee being in the area.
|Reviewed by Edward Phillips
|Gone fishin'. . .see him snoozin' by a brook
Gone fishin'. . .didn't even bait his hook
Gone fishin' ... instead of jest awishin'.
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|...biding your time, Ron, "with patience and dream"
the loss of love or opportunity is hard to swallow
especially when the bait was so alluring...and no,
you are not forgotten, ever
|Reviewed by neerja gandhi
|Good catch and great write... :) best wishes,neerjsr|
|Reviewed by Laura Fall
|Great photo to along with this great write laura|
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Sounds like a GREAT approach
to living a Good Life *Ron*
Very well said!
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|Still .... we're in the Eastern Sierra's as I write this. We will be fishing June Lake and Silver Lake in the next three days. They say the German Browns are running up to three pounds. The trophys up here have been 18 - 20 pounds in decades past. We are ready to do battle. Enjoyed ...|
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|Fishing is in my blood, just 10 when I started to filet them!|
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
A terrific catch!! Enjoyed your poem. Dad was the best
trout fisherman, with patience and ease he brought them in.
Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Nobody's reading past the fish. I was active... beating the banks of rivers for the holes.
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|There is nothing like the feel of a fish hooked and the fight to bring him in, whether it be a brook trout or a tuna...adrenaline rush.
|Reviewed by Budd Nelson
|well Ron fishing is quite a serene pass time i admit
|Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)
|Very catchy lyrics, Ron. I like that you said "Try not thinking "fish" while reading." I also like the discrepency between Jane and Jerry's response: Those who enjoy watching grass grow and those who want to light the grass on fire. I'm sorry this photograph omitted your face: I would have liked to see that, too! Enjoyable last-of-summer read, Ron, thank you. ~~ Diana|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Too much energy was my downfall for the sport of fishing. I went with my dad a few times, but was bored stiff. I think he only went fishing to get away from mother. No, I was happier somewhere getting into some kind of trouble than sitting on a creek bank . . . breathing.|
|Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci
|I used to love to go fishing with my father off the pier. That's where I learned the holiness of silence. Keep on fishin'!
|Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley
|The joy of fishing, I love to fish and
have not been for years now. But I used
to fish deep sea off of Morro, Bay CA and
had a wonderful time. Usually caught sand
Basically the joy of "fishing" or the act
therein within itself with the prospect of
landing something big is the joy of it all.
Whether you keep it or not :)
Love and Light