A FISHERMAN’S STORY.
In waters deep «.nd dim The fishes glance and glide, Or by the lake’s green, rim. 'Neath roots of vushes hide. They rise to snatch a fly; They leap into the air; The ripples fade and die And are not anywhere. T deal my fingers in ; I touch a gleaming seal*, A swift elusive fin. The flicker of a tail. Sometimes (more luck than skill!) I bring a live fish out; My happy fingers thrill With goldfish or -with trout. But oh. the fish I loss 1 . The silver scales and gold! The thousands in the ooze For every one I hold! —Theodore Maynard,
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Star (Christchurch), Issue 16320, 8 January 1921, Page 3
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107A FISHERMAN’S STORY. Star (Christchurch), Issue 16320, 8 January 1921, Page 3
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