With a tiny touch of sweetness,
honeysuckle fills
the air. Down by
the pond turtles
and fish catch the scent of summer
and prepare. Each
year every scrap
the kids can find
is dangled from their fishing lines
to be snatched up
by George who’s been
caught many times.
JDG
aholdingplace 
🙂 love this! completely reminded me of summers when I was a kid – only it was “Walter” we were fishing for
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I was sad and read this poem and it has changed my outlook on the day. Thank you, Joan!
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But never successfully…
(I might add).
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