"FISHING WITH DAD"

THE WARM SPRING EVENING
WAS JUST PERFECT FOR A DAD,
TO TAKE A FISHING TRIP
WITH HIS YOUNG FOUR YEAR LAD.

CHECK UNDER ROCKS, A ROTTING BOARD
ACROSS THE GARDEN THE BOY RAN,
DIG FOR SOME FAT WIGGLING EARTH WORMS
PLACE THEM INTO A RUSTY BEAN CAN.

OFF THEY HEAD FOR THE POND
CARRYING FISHING POLES AND BAIT,
THE YOUNG BOY IS ALL EXCITED
HE WANTS TO GET THERE...CAN'T WAIT.

THEY HIKE THROUGH THE PASTURE FIELD
WANTING TO GET THERE REAL FAST,
DOWN THROUGH THE WOODS ON A NARROW PATH
THEY SOON ARRIVE....WOW, AT LAST !

IT IS LOCATED IN A QUIET SHADY PLACE
SURROUNDED BY LOTS OF TREES,
THEY PICK A SPOT AND SIT THEIR GEAR DOWN
THE AIR IS STIRRING WITH A SLIGHT BREEZE.

THEY BAIT THEIR HOOKS, THEN START TO FISH
IT ISN'T LONG UNTIL THE LAD HAS A BLUEGILL,
DAD ALSO CATCHES SOME NICE LARGE BASS
THE OLD WHITE BUCKET SOON BEGINS TO FILL.

DAD AND YOUNG SON SAT QUIETLY AND FISHED
THEIR POLES THEY CONTINUED TO HOLD,
SPRING FROGS COULD BE HEARD OFF IN THE DISTANCE
THIS WONDERFUL SPOT IS HIDDEN FROM THE ROAD.

IT HAD BEEN A GREAT FISHING DAY
THE TIME HAD PASTED WAY TOO FAST,
THE BUCKET HELD A NICE CATCH OF FISH
IT WAS TIME TO LEAVE FOR HOME AT LAST.

Author: ADINE CATHEY
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