A Day Out at Walberswick
By luigi_pagano
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I found this old photo
of my nephew Ben
but I don't remember
how old he was then.
I recall that crabbing
was his leisure pursuit.
He'd seen his dad do it
and he followed suit.
A drop line with bait
was what he did use,
a treat the crustaceans
would never refuse.
It was generally assumed
that it was a bit odd
that a young child would
be hunting decapods.
Some people believed
he might be rather coy
but all said that he was
a very sensitive boy.
When he caught a crab
he would show it to me
and then, unprompted,
put it back in the sea.
Image: my own
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Brilliant poem that goes so
Brilliant poem that goes so well with the photo Luigi. Very much enjoyed reading about your nephew.
Jenny. xx
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Is that the little bridge
Is that the little bridge there? If so, I spent every summer as a child doing the exact same thing!
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I think they hold the world
I think they hold the world crabbing championships there now, so the popularity hasn't waned!
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This is very sweet. There can
This is very sweet. There can be few better activities for children than crabbing, especially f they return the little creatures like your nephew.
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A lovely story poem! I
A lovely story poem! I enjoyed so much.
also great rhyme odd/decapod :0) And the rhythm is perfect, simple and seeming free as the pleasure of crabbing itself
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I find that so interesting! I
I find that so interesting! I struggle and struggle with rhymes. I WISH I could be as you are as I think it makes words sing even without music - all my favourite poets rhyme. But in my stuff they read as awkward as they were to write. So, it's a treat to have your lovely poems
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