My dad used to go fishing over there all the time. I’ve never been, but always wanted to go.
Love the clouds in here. I wonder if they’re catching anything on that boat out there?
I’ve just been fishing too and caught a boatload. I recommend everybody follow me to the same spot: Click on “Growing Into Myself—A Mini-Chapbook” in Clare’s sidebar.
Seven poems, keepers all.
The boat was a sail boat just floating around.
As a kid I went to Cypremort Point almost every weekend for a few summers. My father’s boss had a camp there that we had use of. Fun Times.
How ’bout a shrimp & crab boil? 🙂
Thanks! I’m very proud of those poems. Thanks for the read.
Clare L. Martin 
My dad used to go fishing over there all the time. I’ve never been, but always wanted to go.
Love the clouds in here. I wonder if they’re catching anything on that boat out there?
I’ve just been fishing too and caught a boatload. I recommend everybody follow me to the same spot: Click on “Growing Into Myself—A Mini-Chapbook” in Clare’s sidebar.
Seven poems, keepers all.
The boat was a sail boat just floating around.
As a kid I went to Cypremort Point almost every weekend for a few summers. My father’s boss had a camp there that we had use of. Fun Times.
How ’bout a shrimp & crab boil? 🙂
Thanks! I’m very proud of those poems. Thanks for the read.