Fishing Days

It’s 5 am, we sneak out of the house My brother and I, as quiet as a mouse To his red bike, where I sit on the cross bar Trusting my brother, we won’t go too far. Put the worm on the hook, wrap it round well Or it will wiggle off, and the fish it will tell Watch the float as it bobs, and pull it in gent-ly That how my brother taught fishing to me. Always sneaking out, fishing in the dark Racing on his red bike, we thought it a lark. He made me dig up the worms, for the fishing bait But I wouldn’t squeal, no, that was never my fate Holding both fishing rods, I hung on real tight He promised he would teach me to use it just right. In the river we found we loved to fish best Often paddling in water right up to our chest. My brother, he stopped taking me fishing with him I always caught the fish; he said it was a sin. Then came the day girls were more interesting than fish Our fishing days were over, it was never my wish. So anyone with a rod that they will let me use I’ll sit on your crossbar, or saddle if you choose Teach me to fish and to cast it with skill And I’ll get your worms up, I promise I will. © ~GG~ 14/11/2012 Contest Entry: