Watching the fish jump,
It's the crack of dawn.
With a grey heavy mist,
Early in the morn.
The lake is like glass,
Still and serene.
Only ripples from the fish,
Just like in a dream.
A big old carp jumps,
And quickly comes down.
With a thunderous slap,
But it's a beautiful sound.
I know if they're jumping,
They're not gonna bite.
So I'll sit here and watch,
This beautiful sight.
2/25/11 Alton Texas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem