Gone Fishing.

There were plenty of chances for fishing At the seaside village when I was a child. I would fish off the swing bridge Hook, line and sinker into the river. Fishing was popular so I was not alone On the bridge catching mainly herrings Which would take any bait off the hook And you could keep all fish then, by the book. Nowadays I have other fish to fry; I want more action Than waiting for a bite. I found it on the treadmill Oflife studying books, writing a diary, out on the roads. When I am gone from the playground, they will not write, 'Gone fishing'. -16 October,2019.