1. Tonight the moon is full which it reminds me of how I used to go fishing for flounder with my uncle
2.We knew— everybody in the village knew—that floundering was the best on a moonless night, but we choosed the moon anyway.
3.On full-moon nights when moon was round and a circular disk, blue crabs settled into muddly recesses and shed these crusty shells.
4.As our boat slid silently through the shadow water, we watched in lantern light not only for the outline of buried flounder, therefore also for the salt, quited crabs.
5.Our spear was ready for flounder our net was ready for crab. We always caught a few of each.
6.My uncles eyes were sharper than mine, better trained. He would whisper, ”Look. There.” I will look where he pointed, see nothing but the sandy bottom
7. Then he would raise the spear, plunge it into the sand, and lift a flopping flounder into the boat.
8.The crabs were easier to catch because they couldn’t escape. As quickly as founder, I learned how to dip from bellow, make a quick capture, and place the crab gently into a bucket.
9.What I can really dig about those days and nights is how the moonlight dumped some glitter over the water, how we went gliding through quietness, always searching, searching.
10.
Tonight as I look up at the full moon, I am many miles, many years from water, from home.
2.We knew— everybody in the village knew—that floundering was the best on a moonless night, but we choosed the moon anyway.
3.On full-moon nights when moon was round and a circular disk, blue crabs settled into muddly recesses and shed these crusty shells.
4.As our boat slid silently through the shadow water, we watched in lantern light not only for the outline of buried flounder, therefore also for the salt, quited crabs.
5.Our spear was ready for flounder our net was ready for crab. We always caught a few of each.
6.My uncles eyes were sharper than mine, better trained. He would whisper, ”Look. There.” I will look where he pointed, see nothing but the sandy bottom
7. Then he would raise the spear, plunge it into the sand, and lift a flopping flounder into the boat.
8.The crabs were easier to catch because they couldn’t escape. As quickly as founder, I learned how to dip from bellow, make a quick capture, and place the crab gently into a bucket.
9.What I can really dig about those days and nights is how the moonlight dumped some glitter over the water, how we went gliding through quietness, always searching, searching.
10.
Tonight as I look up at the full moon, I am many miles, many years from water, from home.