The Crimson Visor

November 18, 2010
By Ian Doan SILVER, Daytona Beach, Florida
Ian Doan SILVER, Daytona Beach, Florida
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Behind a forest of fishing poles
And hidden beneath rusty buckets
Lies my coveted fishing visor.
Firm stitches secure an emblem
Sewn into the front;
A large blue marlin
Emerging from the sea.

Flakes cover its bill,
Not only salt but crimson blood.
Grotesque to the world,
But a trophy to myself,
The blood is not mine
But my many targets’.

We share victory,
We share defeat,
But through it all we persevere.
From the lakes of Budapest
To the waves of Costa Rica,
We are united in our prospects.

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on Apr. 8 2015 at 9:09 am
Bless_survivor13 GOLD, Daytona Beach, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
"The realest people dont have them many friends "

this is excellent poetry we come from the same city is thats why?


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