A Morning At the Dam
Fishing with Grandpa Sam
I could feel the shiver
As we headed for the river
The morning air
Was light and fair
A new journey I was taking
I could hear the forest waking
Be there early
Had to hurry
Everyone else is asleep
I had to be quiet with my tiny feet
Did not want to make a sound
Silenced my shoes as they hit the ground
Minnows in bucket
Even had my lucky locket
A special reel
To see how fishing feels
I remember sitting quietly by the riverbank
Good Lord, I send my thanks
This moment reconciling
I saw my grandpa smiling
A memory I do treasure
Within my heart forever
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