Sunday, March 11, 2012

Poem

Fishing

Throwing the line out,

And waiting for the bite.


It feels like a jerk,

Like a dog pulling the leash.


Reeling in the fish is such a surprise,

Not knowing what you’ll find.


Whether in the cool of a summer night,

Or on the ice in the winter cold.


The wind blows on the water,

Like a twister heading for the shore.


It provides a time,

Of relaxation and a time to think.


Every aspect of fishing,

Makes me fall in love.


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