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A Fisherman's Tale
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| Water rushes through slits in the flood gates Man made obstacles to the natural river flow Worms, minnows and shad all cast out on hooks The elusive "Big Daddy" sought by all. Ripples left by bass boats run though fishing lines Lap the feet of the fishermen on the rocks and beach Floats and corks bob gently on the waves and ripples A hit breeds excitement in the lazy summer air Tug, pull, reel in smoothly, tug, pull, reel again Fight for life, for some the hook means death Pull, tug, must fight, pull, tug, avoid the rocks and beach Laughter from the fishermen, such fight for something so small. Less than a hand's width in length, toss it back "We want your Papa or better yet 'Big Daddy' come on back to see us when you're bigger and we'll have you home with us to dinner" Bait the hook and cast again, curses at the reel Crows nest, the line's a mess, they'll have me clean Nothing to do but untangle the line and try again Reel in and hope for a better cast next time More bait and a clean precise cast fingers crossed Patience and time will tell who is next on the line Hit and run. Hit and tug cork is under something's hooked Tug, pull, reel in smoothly, tug, pull, reel again. A fight for life, tug, pull must avoid the rocks and beach. Tug, pull, pole bent, tug, pull, reel in steady, tug, pull Oh so close, tug, pull, reel in again, can land it now From knuckles to elbow, perfect size to come to supper. The sun sets and "Big Daddy" has survived another day Still there below the spillway waiting for the right time To make yet another appearance and keep his myth alive With the fish tail of "the big one that got away" If you would like to know more about this poem please visit Random Musings. |
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