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WAY TO IELTS SUCCESS – READING SOLUTION 1 
DAY 19
The Secret Poet
 
Jack packed his sandwiches and flask of tea into his rucksack. The weather forecast had been quite 
promising, but he took his umbrella just in case. He’d been caught out once before and there was nothing worse 
than trudging home soaked to the skin. 
Jack looked forward to his Sundays spent fishing by the river. Anyone who knew anything about fishing 
would have known immediately that Jack was not an accomplished angler. In fact, he rarely made a catch. But 
Jack didn’t mind because fishing gave him the perfect reason to sit by the water every weekend. 
You see, Jack worked as an entertainer in a nightclub, which meant that he was surrounded by loud music 
and lively people most evenings. This couldn’t be more different to his peaceful trips to the river. In fact, he 
often felt that he couldn’t get through his busy week without them. 
Jack’s two flatmates would tease him mercilessly each time he walked through the door empty-handed on 
Sunday evening. Both were football fanatics and could not understand why Jack would rather sit beside a river 
than watch the weekend’s footy on TV. At first, he’d been put out by their giggles and remarks, but he’d soon 
learned to take them in the good-natured manner in which they were intended. 
What neither of Jack’s flatmates realised was that his fishing trips served another purpose. Jack had been 
writing poems for a couple of years now and sitting by the river was where he found his inspiration. Jack didn’t 
let anyone read his poems. Only once had he thought of submitting a couple of his best ones to a literary 
magazine, but as the submission deadline had approached, he had lost his confidence, certain they were not up 
to standard.
The sun was shining brightly as Jack cycled towards the river. He had high hopes for the afternoon ahead. 
Surely today would be the day that he would at last be able to finish the poem that he had been trying to write 
for weeks, he thought. He even wondered whether he would catch a fish or two. 
After arriving at the riverbank, Jack found himself a sheltered spot on the riverbank where the river ran 
deep and the current was strong. He attached a worm to the hook on his rod and cast his line into the river. 
Finally, seated on his little fishing stool, he reached into his bag and pulled out a well-thumbed notebook and 
blue writing pen. 
Yet despite the perfect conditions, Jack struggled to write anything. He ate his sandwiches and went for a 
short stroll, but that didn’t help at all. Then he sat in the sunshine and looked through his earlier work, hoping 
for a burst of creativity. Suddenly, he felt a tug on his line. ‘A fish!’ Jack thought, as he leapt to his feet 
to reel his line in. But just as he did so, his precious notebook, containing all of the poetry he had ever written, 
was thrown from his lap into the muddy waters of the river. It began to sink and, within a few seconds, it had 
totally disappeared from sight… 

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