Fishing
Sitting on the creek bank pole in hand, trout line floating nearby
Listening to the wind in the trees, crickets chirping away
Birds in flight, birds on a limb singing sweet melodies to me
Cast my line, curplunk, splash, little ripples subside
Laying back watching the clouds go by, daydreaming
Nibble, nibble, nibble, reel in real slow, dang he got away
Rebait, recast, splash, hope i get a big one for dinner
Oh got me one, two, three, on my what a sight to see
Reeling in my line, that beautiful trout dangling there
Grab my net, toss him back just not big enough to keep
Pull in my trout line to find 6 big enough for dinner.
To home I go, clean and cook my catch, what a day it was
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