The tilapia were biting well, and with my rising
appetite they came more and more
frequently, until we had a basketful.
Then we had to stop by the river
to prepare them for the pan, so
it was almost dark when we
treaded our way back through
the blades of sugarcanes
to our little nipah shed.
But we soon built the fire
and made things
look more jovial.
How good the tilapia looked as they
sizzled away over the glowing fire,
and they tasted even better, eaten
right out of the same pan
they were cooked in.
That was one of the best suppers
I ever recall eating, and
surely half the pleasure came
from the friendship of you
who shared and symphatised
with my thought
and entered into my fun with the spirits of a boy.
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