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.