The air is still

The water laps

The fish bite slowly at first

Nibbling, nibbbling and then


The reel zings, 

the fish zags

The line is taut

Two formidable foes

Slowly, slowly, closer it comes

Into my net - its body glistening 

I hold...and release.


This poem is about: 
My country


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