Author Peter H. Lee Autumn comes to rivers and lakes, every fish is sleek. I cast a net from my boat and leave it to the stream's flow. I can while away my time because of royal favor. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments