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 20 Evening Fishing


It was late evening,

his friend had fish frying,

in a long handled iron pan,

and beans with brown sugar,

hanging in a bucket over the fire,

the potatoes were wrapped in foil,

and cooking on hot rocks,

below the licking flames,

but his hunger was not,

for potatoes or beans,

it was for fish,

not cooking,

but still in,

the creek.


© Copy written for what I will never know.

Credit to DARVILLS