Gone Fishing

On the banks of a river, with a rod in my hand. With the sun on my face, whilst i'm feeling suntanned. I sit by the river and let my worries fade. With dreams of a big one, whilst looking for shade. With my line in the water, a bobber afloat. Just watching those ripples, thats caused by a boat. With the soft calming sound of the breeze in the trees. Being lost in the moment, whilst feeling at ease. As your bobber goes under, a fish takes your bait. This feels like a good one, raising your heart rate. Theres nothing quite like this, its not down to luck. Its such a good feeling to have a fish on your hook. With a tug of the line, and the shine of its scales. Every pull on the rod, as i see it's fishtail. With the sun shining brightly, i relish the fight. Whilst playing this fish, trying to do everything right. When all of a sudden, my line it goes slack. I've lost the fish off my hook, Oh what a setback. It was the thrill of the fight on this warm summers day. As we dream of the fish, the one that got away.