The Fisherman 09 Saturday Aug 2014 Posted by Caro Field in poetry ≈ Leave a comment I’m a fisherman in Yuangshuo, I set forth and assess the river’s flow, Then throw my nets to make my catch, Each angler has his own small patch… And so, fate’s willing, by the end of the day, My fish will pay my family’s way… Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...