I love to go fishing everyday,
To the river or the lake.
Up in the morning without delay,
I go fishing soon as I wake.
Down to the water to wet my line,
My float bobbing up and down.
Fishing in the morning, is just so fine,
Your face will never sport a frown.
A big ole catfish, or a little bluegill,
I just don't give a hoot.
I love the way fishing makes me feel,
To me it's like forbidden fruit.
If I get lucky and get a bite,
Then the day is made.
I'll stick around till early night,
Just snoozing in the shade.
1/20/11 Alton Texas
Fishing is an apparently simple experience that swiftly transforms into life dynamic communion appreciation of water lit nature with the rush of a gambler about to beat stacked odds in a casino. A tried unsuccessfully to comment on this poem when you first posted. Now I finally paid my respect and dues in tribute my friend.10 ++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fascinating idea for a poem