Fishing
A canal runs past a gravel lane
On either side there's trees
By a tiny row of houses
Is where we used to meet
Cottages from another time
That saw eras come and go
Sleeping by silent waters
They're the only ones that know
Apart from me that one winters day
We walked this misty path
You stopped me, looked into my eyes
Then pointed out Common Carp
How I miss you now at the waters edge
Deep in thought, just sitting
I wish we hadn't had that row
Over the time you spent here fishing
Instead I'd bring along a seat
And sit in silence too
Though I might be freezing to death
At least I'd be with you
We'd end the day together
And fish from the chippy you'd bring
Cos for all the time you sat angling
You never caught a thing!
By Carol Wheeler