Poem Hunter
The Fish
(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

The Fish

ALTHOUGH you hide in the ebb and flow
Of the pale tide when the moon has set,
The people of coming days will know
About the casting out of my net,
And how you have leaped times out of mind
Over the little silver cords,
And think that you were hard and unkind,
And blame you with many bitter words.

User Rating: 3,0 / 5 ( 36 votes ) 2

Comments (2)

A beautifully written poem. Keep it up Mr years
Very meaningful.. this is real poetry