Gone Fishing


Dark mornings, when the sun has barely begun to awaken the birds begin their chorus of song. Lamp lights still flicker as slices of bread are spread with butter and ham is placed between in the making of sandwiches. A flask of hot tea and a slice of rich fruit cake from Old Ma Tindell’s bakery complete the preparations. At the door I pick up my rods and nets and walk out on to the shadowy street. No hurried hellos or drawn out goodbyes. Just the sound of my feet on the path heading towards the lake and a day’s fishing.

Good mornings come
As the birds sing to the trees
The sun says nothing

 

© JG Farmer 2015

Prompt: https://haibunthinking.wordpress.com/2015/01/06/haibun-thinking-january-6th-2015/

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About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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