Fishing With My Dad

To cast a line with their dad Is the best feeling for a boy It can't be measured good or bad Can't be compared to a toy Dad is first to bait his hook The boy gets him a worm "Come here son and take a look" "Be patient and you'll learn They fish until the sun goes down Then mother says "it's time" The boy can't wait to tell the town Dad taught him to cast a line The boat is a place they share It is their second home He'll always feel his Daddy there Even when he's grown 11/7/2021 Picture Number 2 Written for Rhyming Me A Poem 2 Poetry Contest Sponsored by Eve Roper