Fishing

another ode type poem I believe. written in 2009

A light breeze floats through my hair

Like a bobber floating on the water

The fiber glass boat gently rocks back and forth

Like a mother coaxing her baby to sleep

 

The fish taking us for a ride

Only little nibbles here and there

The little buggers taking all the bait

Nothing that would sink it as if it were an anchor

 

To sit out on a cool summers day enjoying the evening

Watching the orange and pink glow as the sun melts away

Signaling it is almost time to light the bobbers

Is worth the trouble of catching a fish

 

Even if nothing is caught there is no complete loss

We can always retreat to a nice evening bon fire

Roast marshmallows and make them into smores

Then to retire into the night to sleep away the wares of the day.