Arctic Fisherman

This is a short poem I wrote in American Lit last year. I think I penned it after Poe's Raven to see how much lovely feminine rhyme one poem could hold. Its purpose is merely to explore the way rhyme and repetition can be used to create the mood of a poem.

"Arctic Fisherman"
Once there was a man a rowing,
Rowing, with the wind a blowing,
The wind was blowing, it was snowing,
And his arms, they kept on rowing,
And that wind, it kept on blowing,
And there really was no knowing

What he's wishing, as he's fishing,
in the blowing snowing wind. Oh,
He's casting, casting, casting over
But his wishing is not getting fish in.
Casting, reeling, wishing, hoping in a
Dreamy seamless rhythm on the sea.

Richard Gianforte 1/17/2007