Pass Time

by Miriam Hurdle

fishing

Blue lake with fish, ducks, and creatures.

Adults and kids gather together.

Pouches full of gears.

Wires, hooks, and rods,

Swirling the rhythmic swing,

Into the water they plop.

Then wait, wait, wait.

Catching fish or not,

It doesn’t seem to matter.

What a peaceful pass time,

Soak in the fresh air, rest and ponder.

 

4 Comments to “Pass Time”

  1. It’s not a pastime I take part in but it’s a time to ” Soak in the fresh air, rest and ponder. “

  2. Thank you. I don’t seem to have pass time to spare!

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