Gone Fishing - Get Your Seuss On

Such a wonderful sunny day of a day, walking along in my walkiest way. Waving to birds as they sing in the tree, each song so special, just for me. I came upon a sparkling lake, under a shade tree a rest I would take. On the softest grass in the coolest shade, a fishing pole I soon cleverly made. A stick of twisted crookedest wood, from my pocket some string, tied best as I could. A feather was found, just what I sought, tied to the string with my knottiest knot. Into the pond went feather and string, slowly to shore the feather to bring. Just as I hoped a fish followed it in, he looked up at me and gave me a grin. He was blue and gold in the silvery sun, with spots then stripes where the spots were done. Bright green eyes so large and clear, small red fins with a large tail to steer. “Where is the worm and the hidden hook?” he asked me in a strangest fishiest look. I smiled and replied, “That's not my task, only some chat and friendship I ask.” He leaped in the water, did a flippity flip, splashed me with water till I did drip. We laughed and laughed at his folly and fun, but our time together had just begun. We chatted about weather and the cool blue pond, family and friends we held so fond. Shared a sandwich of jelly and bread, while he talked of fish schools and things that he said. Finally the time came to say goodbye, the string from my pole I did untie. String in my pocket, feather to ground, a handshake and smile to my new friend found. Back on my path down the grassy lane, perhaps one day I would return again. Such a wonderful sunny day of a day, walking along in my walkiest way. Robert Gene Stoner Jr 5/13/16 ©