A Tedious Fight
As I stood chest deep in my waders
On the river's edge, I fish
I cast my line with perfection into the holes of glory
The holes that bear the mighty rainbow's
Cast after cast...I await the stoppage of my float
Any false movement in it's flow is a hungry fish; usually
My professionalism and experience tend to pay off...
Except, this one embarrasing time
A time when the sun's glare blinded my vision
Blinded it so white...
So white that I cast my line without sight
With the flip of my wrist, and I crowd of watcher's...
I fight a tedious battle with a tree
Accidentally, I cast my line 'round it's branch
Laughter- speaks out from the eye-watcher's
Watching me whipping my rod from left to right and up and down...
I continue to fight the mighty branch; in disgust
Finally, after ten long annoying minutes...
The battle was over...
The branch cracked, I defeated the tree
I retrieved my float...
And I continued to impress the eye-watcher's
Copyright © charles messina | Year Posted 2020
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