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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