I opened Grandpa's tackle box,
and there was his best fishing lure.
Silver fish with the tail of a fox.
It got a lot of use, that's for sure.
He taught me to tie a fishing knot.
A strong one that wouldn't break.
He taught me to clean what I caught,
and wash my hands in the lake.
How to put a worm on a hook,
and remove the fish when I got one.
To release the small one I took
and play the fish when they run.
He showed how to cast a fly rod,
with flies of feather and fur.
Grandpa's gone but not forgot.
Memories flow through that fishing lure.
For the "Lure" contest
Copyright © Christopher Bunton | Year Posted 2012
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