(With sincere apologies to Episcopalians in general, and Joyce Kilmer, in particular)
I think that I shall always wish A form so lovely as a fish. A fish whose trembling fins are prest Against the stream's sweet flowing crest; A fish that looks at God all day, And lifts fair dorsal fin to pray A fish that may in spawning wear Colors bright to meld the pair; Upon whose watery lair has lain; Both ice and snow and summer's rain. Poems are made by folks who wish, But only God can make a fish.
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Date created: October 29, 1996 Last modified: October 29, 1996 Copyright © 1996, George R. Spangler Maintained by: G. Spangler GRS@fw.umn.edu