The Fisherman
Off he goes again into his own little world
To catch a Largemouth Bass.
Fishing rod and reel in hand
He takes another pass.
With his Bass Tracker boat
Trolling motor set on five.
The thrill of the catch
Keeps him feeling alive.
The sound of the water slapping the boat
And the sound of the reel as it turns.
The view of the lake in the still morning air
Makes him want to never return.
He tries to make his family believe
That it’s all about the fishing.
But he enjoys the peaceful break
From the stressfulness of living.
He vows that he will fish all day
Until the day is done.
He may come home with tons of bass
Or maybe only one.
For it’s not about the fish you see
Or the meal he might provide.
It’s all about the time he spends
With nature alone outside.
And when his time on earth is through
And his fishing days are done.
He’ll take his rod and reel with him
To his place in fishing heaven.
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