Fish Fry

Old John Crawler was a fisherman,

lived in a cabin along a river’s edge

Every day at dawn he’d pack a lunch

& go see what he could catch

Usually he did real fine,

Usually got at least something on his line

On the weekends, he’d invite his friends

Up to his place for a fish fry

By:J.N.R Dutton

Author: J.N.R Dutton (aka The Poet)

Husband. Father. Writer/Independent Journalist/Poet. Artist,all around creative soul. I reside in Southern Idaho with my wife & son.

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