Anyone have any fishing poems that I could read at my dads funeral

"Trout Fishing" by Eunice Lamberton 1873

Give me a rod of the split bamboo,

a rainy day and a fly or two,

a mountain stream where the eddies play,

and mists hang low o'er the winding way,

Give me a haunt by the furling brook,

A hidden spot in a mossy nook,

No sound save hum of the drowsy bee,

or lone bird's tap on the hollow tree.

The world may roll with it's busy throng,

And phantom scenes on it's way along,

It's stocks may rise, or it's stocks may fall,

Ah! What care I for it's baubles all?

I cast my fly o'er the troubled rill,

Luring the beauties by magic skill,

With mind at rest and a heart at ease,

And drink delight at the balmy breeze.

A lusty trout to my glad surprise,

Speckled and bright on the crest arise,

Then splash and plunge in a dazzling whirl,

Hope springs anew as the wavelets curl.

Gracefully swinging from left to right,

Action so gentle- motion so slight,.

Tempting, enticing, on craft intent,

Till yielding tip by the game is bent

Drawing in slowly, then letting go

Under the ripples where mosses grow

Doubting my fortune, lost in a dream,

Blessing the land of forest and stream.

perhaps you can adjust the above - i have emailed a friend to see if he can do a special one xx

I have emailed a friend - who if he receives it in time will no doubt write exactly on the lines requested.  Fingers crossed. xx  

The Fishing Contest

The contest now had finished and the fish were all weighed in

And Dad sat there so satisfied and expecting yes to win

His bag of Bream was quite supreme with quality assured

And Perch they were innumerable more points of yes were scored

The Roach so shiny as the stars a dozen more or so

Mixed in the bag were Tiddlers small too tired back to throw

TheTench of course weighed three pounds each condition they were prime

And Pike and Eel and Dace of course caught on my Dads new line

There was a Pike so beautiful a record he was sure

It must have weighed a hundred pounds he winked p'raps much more

And Barbel caught on luncheon meat from sandwiches he had

Whilst sitting on his favourite peg, reserved of course for "DAD"

Yet in this competiton now just one other took a part

And yet he did no fishing when the hooter sounded start

And Dad he seemed so puzzled as to why he let him win

And yet his face familiar looked.......... behind that gentle grin

At last presented with the cup all made with burnished gold

Adorned with Angels Wings so bright the winner had to hold

My Dad now recognised the face, of him who stood aside

And let him walk as champion his heart now filled with pride

The Fisherman of Gallilee and Dad was quite amazed

As at the face of Jesus now he looked and stared and gazed

Our Saviour said in humble tones no fish I caught its true

But from today on Jordans shore a peg, reserved for you

............... "Dad"

The Fishing Contest

The contest now had finished and the fish were all weighed in

And Dad sat there so satisfied and expecting yes to win

His bag of Bream was quite supreme with quality assured

And Perch they were innumerable more points of yes were scored

The Roach so shiny as the stars a dozen more or so

Mixed in the bag were Tiddlers small too tired back to throw

TheTench of course weighed three pounds each condition they were prime

And Pike and Eel and Dace of course caught on my Dads new line

There was a Pike so beautiful a record he was sure

It must have weighed a hundred pounds he winked p'raps much more

And Barbel caught on luncheon meat from sandwiches he had

Whilst sitting on his favourite peg, reserved of course for "DAD"

Yet in this competiton now just one other took a part

And yet he did no fishing when the hooter sounded start

And Dad he seemed so puzzled as to why he let him win

And yet his face familiar looked.......... behind that gentle grin

At last presented with the cup all made with burnished gold

Adorned with Angels Wings so bright the winner had to hold

My Dad now recognised the face, of him who stood aside

And let him walk as champion his heart now filled with pride

The Fisherman of Gallilee and Dad was quite amazed

As at the face of Jesus now he looked and stared and gazed

Our Saviour said in humble tones no fish I caught its true

But from today on Jordans shore a peg, reserved for you

............... "Dad"