July Is Here
July is here, the Rain is pouring down.
The Nets are set…the Fish on the way.
No matter what the weather or how much sleep they do not get,
My family gives their all Every Tide—Every Pick--Even Tired & Wet—
Summers are not spent on vacations and trips,
Fourth of July celebrations, we miss.
No Reality TV---No fame or fortune here.
Just our own fishing parade--full of good cheer.
Entries include-a Crew that works hard--with the meaning of True Grit.
Skiffs that were made with much care—
In hopes they will float--when filled with more than air.
We celebrate every season with the mending of Nets.
Some years the fish—--Well, they worry us a bit.
But whatever happens—My family will be there year after year.
It is just who they are and just what they do.
Copyright © fonda anne….mooreofme....mamao
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