The Pro
The shimmering water could not
hide the prize,
a sunny day and laughter
fill the air,
the occasional "plop" sound
quiets down the crowd,
a wide-eyed boy's first time
casting into the water,
first cast -- first fish
No kidding!
What more could you ask for?
I sat back and watched
remembering my first cast--
I let go of the pole... Oops!
I sat there remembering and laughing
as the young boy's dad helped unhook
the reluctant fish.
The joy of a time bringing so many memories
to so many people...
and a smile to one with "butterfingers".
Copyright © George Aul | Year Posted 2016
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