Fishing With Grandpa
Long trips we would take
As we awake another day
Grab our poles and head to the lake
For this is a day we surely have to make
My grandpa puts on his lucky hat
As I look at the map
So many places to fish
So we have supper on our dish
We head out on a sunny day
With no hurtful words to say
We start the boat up right away
With nothing but sun shinning our way
I take a seat by my grandpa as he drives
Smile as we reminisce about our lives
Yep just me and my grandpa on the lake today
And everything shall go our way
Come to a slow stop
I jump up as my pole drops
With a slight swing I cast my string
Waiting for the dinner bell to ring
Starring at my bobber with hope
Hours go by without a mope
Until finally I see a little action
From my reel I feel traction
My line tightens up
As I smile and take a drink from my cup
My grandpa turns to me and smiles
“You got one there my child“?
I jump up and whip my pole to the air
As my grandpa looks at me in care
I finally hooked one
But my work isn’t done
Reel in slowly he says
As happy thoughts enter my head
Will this be my first catch
This fish is a perfect match
I finally reel in a big one
My work is done
With a smile on his face
He takes my picture just in case
Copyright © Donald Hull Iii | Year Posted 2007
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