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.