ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Was born in northern Indiana on a farm and lots of hard work. Lived there for fifteen years and moved to southern California... what a difference! I graduated high school in 1957 and returned to Indiana where I found employment in a state park. In 1961 I was called into the Armed Forces to serve during which time I was married. I now reside in Springfield, Missouri at which time I am writing poetry. [May 2000]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (2) Guardian Angels (Poetry) This is a poem that speaks of angels which watch, guide, protect,and help us throughout our daily lives. [63 words] The Difference (Poetry) A short poem about how God takes care of all of the animals which He has created and about how God takes care of us. [50 words]
Fishing Wayne F. Smith
Fishing
The fish are not a biting The wind is whipping up I think I'll reel my line in And just give it up
But then all of a sudden A mighty tug came to my line I knew I had a fish on Well, it was about time
Then I reared back with all my might I wondered what it was My 'ol reel just sung a song It couldn't be too long
Well in he came And out he went I played him like a pro Would I get a look at him, I really didn't know
I finally got him into shore A net was in my hand I scooped him up and hauled him out A cat..... 12 pounds or more!!!
(c) 1998 Wayne F. Smith
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