Even though the end of the school year is near, it feels like I’m living only for the weekends at the moment. I swear, the thought of fishing is all that’s carried me through some weeks.

In that spirit, here’s a poem I wrote about that weekend feeling. Anyone who’s ever wet a line will know exactly what it’s about before even reading it.


When Saturday Comes

About simon smith

Teacher, husband, father, angler and author based in South Wales.
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