Over the lake
dragonflies flit and soar,
They fly past the pond skaters
then back to the shore,
Bobber bobs
at the end of the line,
Sun through the trees
casts an iridescent dappled shine,
Breeze plays with shadows
a musical sigh,
Added to the sun’s light show
a pleasure to the eye,
Crickets sing symphonies
as the water beetles swim,
Dark shapes under water
as fish move within,
Bobber goes under
then goes on the run,
Fish took the bait
believing he’d won,
line shoots out
as he swims away,
sleeping man shoots up
“fish today ain’t your day!”
Ripples from the chase
lap the waters edge,
“I’m getting you today!”
the quiet man does pledge,
He cranks the reel handle
while fighting his prey,
That fish has had it coming
but today is his day,
A sliver of scales
a fighting big splash,
Damn fish it leaps out
quiet man lands with a crash,
But look there it is
the quiet man’s prize,
And he stares with a smile
can’t believe its size,
Holding his fish
he wades into the lake,
“Come on old friend
you back home I will take,
Tomorrow I will fish I’ll be here
a new day,
From now on you won’t be
that big fish that got away”
.x.
Just so everyone knows… I’ve never fished before. I can imagine people that fish reading this and saying… “That’s NOT how you fish!” But? I was given the thought by random conversations with a quiet man that fishes and I kinda like how this turned out.
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