Buddies of Fish

Weather looked upon not contemplating Shores forgot, wisped away to beaches anew This place that place, sea of blue Set close not too far voices in the wind here we are Rods set tall and straight here it is we will wait Lines tightened, rods a bent fresh bait with old scent Slicks rolling in crests of waves Just beyond a bubbling fish raves Set the hook reel the line Buddies of fish it's dinnertime