For National Poetry Month, I’m sharing poems each day, one that I’ve written followed by whatever one from three sites that share a poem a day that strikes my fancy that day.

This poem is about my other grandfather, my mother’s father, my Grandpa Fields.

Emerald Isle

When Grandpa picked the dobro, he'd drift
back to when he and Uncle Thelbert dreamed
of making their debut at the Grand Ole Opry,
and forward to when he and Grandma could retire,
both move out to a beach house on Emerald Isle.
We'd cast our lines off the side of the pier
to catch blue fish and flounder, but once
he hired a guide take us out in his boat to trawl
the Bogue Banks for the larger king mackerel
he always wanted to reel in out on the pier's end, 
to test his line beyond its strength, 
see if it would hold.				

Today’s poem from one of three sites that share a poem each day is “On Form” by Mia Ayumi Maholtra.