Dad’s Last Fishing Trip—Quatrain

~ The.Richard.Braxton

Two men sat stone slope at water’s edge

Talking old ideas they once had held

Trying to fish the shade under falling bridge.

The pond in line like a planted field.

***

A quatrain is a four-line poem. This one is rhymed abab and written in a very loose iambic pentameter.

Published by The.Richard.Braxton

Richard Braxton is a writer struggling with his inner poet. He has fought the poetic urge most of his life, but lately, he has fallen prey to this lifestyle. And the world is the worse for it.

6 thoughts on “Dad’s Last Fishing Trip—Quatrain”

  2. Took me three minutes to figure out abab is actually ABAB! Duh! If I didn’t have to babysit, I’d go back to sleep. Maybe I’ll play some ABBA. Nope! Will never be wide awake enough to do that on purpose. 😎

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