Fishing Salmon
Sun shinning cool breeze river water.
Lake glass underneath shaded trees swimming otter.
Wondering if the fish is ever to going bite.
Line in water with a non floating bobber gripping just right.
Bait on tight waiting impatiently.
Wishing for a strike from the greatest of Kings.
Soon will be a battle between me and fish.
Experiences will tell when I eat that salmon dish.
Copyright © Jack Reed | Year Posted 2012
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