KJ Eastwick
Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
The old man
Stooped and still
Fishing the lake
The old man never moves
Day in
Day out
Rain, storms or shine
The old man never moves
One day – perhaps
He’ll succumb to the stoop
And drop into the waters beside
But I hope the old man
Has many years yet
Of fishing and stillness to go
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