Fishing Together
A camping trip, a mountain stream
A fishing pole and worms for bait
“Waken early for sun's first beam
A mountain path at a brisk gait
Tackle box and poles, father and sons,
The wiggling worm a hook to thread
Cast the bait far, a secret place
Exchanging looks, much is said
Fishing together.
Who'll get the first strike of the brook
Dad smiles, he secretly hopes that
a son will a splasher first hook
Be quiet, watch, boy is he fat
A silver streak, a lightning flash
Zip the line moves. Is the pole bent?
Feel the line. Set hook at the dash
Oh no! Missed him, as off he went
Fishing together
Sadness is shared, he'd have been fun
Can you imagine the fight we lost?
I thought. my sons we really had one.
Alas it happens, hopes touch of frost
Oh well son now it is your turn,
cast it once more, right over there
Wow! What a splash,
watch water white churn.
Off through the water, Look at him tear
Fishing together
Now he is hooked How bent the pole.
Play with him son. Don't force him in.
Don't give to much. Keep in control
Silver gray flash, a leap of light,
How big he is. The splash is loud.
Laughter of others; sharing is heard.
Oh, what a catch, a son is proud.
Flashing teeth smile, magic remember,
fishing together
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