Poem by our own Cotton Johnson

[Janet Harrington]

             Fishing
            Fishing is very relaxing
                 Its even better when the fish are attacking
                 Its not a sport and its not a game
                 Its fun & adventure all the same
                 I grew up fishing with my dad
                 We allways used worms or shad
                 Sometimes they would strike and give a fight
                 Other times we wouldn't even get a bite
                 Dad my brother and me see eye to eye
                 When it comes to fishin that aint no lie
                 I try to do my best and be quiet
                 Dad says patience works just try it
                 So i do and it seems to pay off
                 But when it starts to get good i scare them with a cough
                 Like everyone else i will one day pass
                 you will know where to find me, alone by a pond in the grass

[Janet Harrington]

This poem was written by our Cotton Johnson who is a member of this forum.  He wrote this last year and I think he did a really good job.  Please read it.  I think he was too shy to put it on the forum, so his mama sheriff did it for him.  love ya, Cotton.

[DanCookson]

Outstanding Poem!!!!

I am glad you thought to post it sheriff.  Now, about my paper being late.................

[Teresa]

That is a great poem Cotton... You can be proud