ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
Hugging the shoreline with anchor full stay,
Watching the sunrise on this perfect day,
Reflections of light dance wildly around,
Slapping the water not making a sound.
You throw in your line, you sit there and wait,
You’ve planned out your day, you’ve plenty of bait,
The weather is perfect the sky so blue,
No clouds up above, to obstruct the view.
You look and listen, for some little sign,
For a pull or tug on your fishing line,
At last it happens, your bobber sinks down,
The upside down smile – no longer a frown.
Your reel now spinning, you grab for a net,
You know a huge fish is getting you wet,
You think of it filling your frying pan,
You’ve truly become a real fisherman.