Evelyn Swartz Poet Rhyme

Fishing With My Dad

To cast a line with their dad
Is the best feeling for a boy
It can't be measured good or bad
Can't be compared to a toy
Dad is first to bait his hook
The boy gets him a worm
"Come here son and take a look"
"Be patient and you'll learn
They fish until the sun goes down
Then mother says "it's time"
The boy can't wait to tell the town
Dad taught him to cast a line
The boat is a place they share
It is their second home
He'll always feel his Daddy there 
Even when he's grown
11/7/2021
Picture Number 2
Written for Rhyming Me A Poem 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper

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Bj Legros Kelley January 7, 2022 at 3:06 AM This is so very precious Evelyn. Sometimes we take for granted the time we have with our dads. I loved to fish with my dad when I was little. I miss him so much. He's been gone for thirty-three years. I never thought I could endure without him, but here I am still longing for him, missing him and cherishing his memories. Evelyn Swartz January 10, 2022 at 6:48 PM This poem was very special to me. I'm glad it touched you as well.

Michael Tor December 8, 2021 at 4:54 PM Love this piece Evelyn. Just lost my dad in September. Heartfelt piece for me. Evelyn Swartz January 10, 2022 at 6:48 PM thank you