I walked across the city dump <br />Gathering thoughts of a good days fishing <br />Where upon I found some old fish cans <br />With labels and dates a missing <br />How did I know they used to be tins of fish <br />Was it the smell of old cod liver oil? <br />Not even the embossed stamp of John West did it for me <br />When I put my ear to the tin...I could still hear the sea! !<br /><br />Craig Anderson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fishing-memories/
