- The Fishing Tradition- Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

- THE FISHING TRADITION-

Tiny Tots with long cane poles
Granpaw's knowledge he extols
Putting worms on crooked hooks
Whipping line in rippling brooks.

There each weekend they would stand
All expertise, small hands command,
For there in awe they do observe
No less then Grampaw does deserve.

Handing down traditions fare
To little tykes just standing there
And now Adults traditions stand
When Little Tykes turn into Man.


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 4-30-06