Fishing With Grandpa

Long trips we would take As we awake another day Grab our poles and head to the lake For this is a day we surely have to make My grandpa puts on his lucky hat As I look at the map So many places to fish So we have supper on our dish We head out on a sunny day With no hurtful words to say We start the boat up right away With nothing but sun shinning our way I take a seat by my grandpa as he drives Smile as we reminisce about our lives Yep just me and my grandpa on the lake today And everything shall go our way Come to a slow stop I jump up as my pole drops With a slight swing I cast my string Waiting for the dinner bell to ring Starring at my bobber with hope Hours go by without a mope Until finally I see a little action From my reel I feel traction My line tightens up As I smile and take a drink from my cup My grandpa turns to me and smiles “You got one there my child“? I jump up and whip my pole to the air As my grandpa looks at me in care I finally hooked one But my work isn’t done Reel in slowly he says As happy thoughts enter my head Will this be my first catch This fish is a perfect match I finally reel in a big one My work is done With a smile on his face He takes my picture just in case