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Devilrod Challenge Ode

Poetry By: Susan Hartline Fouts

I never really gave myself much thought. I never really thought, what am I made of? When I read airs poem I was truly inspired to take the challenge and it caused me to think, What are my dreams? How do I see myself? What are my aspirations?
So here goes.

Submitted:Jun 10, 2008    Reads: 140    Comments: 7    Likes: 9   

Fisher of Men

I look for opportunity

To cast the lively bait

To an ocean full of hungry fish

All lying still in wait.


Their souls are starving

for the love

That everbody needs

But they look in mass directions

Searching through the weeds.


Swimming in an open sea

Safety lies with numbers

But alert I stand at the helm

No time to take a slumber


For time is short

Eternity long

And never to repent

Once gone from earth

It is too late

And judgement then is set.


So now I look out at the sea

And ask myself, "What now?"

I cannot catch an ocean of fish.


But now I wish and wish and wish

That there are others just like me

Waiting for a fish.


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