The Fisherman

The Fisherman The early bird does not get the worm When a fisherman sets his clock, He plays checkers with the moon And fishes quietly on the dock. There is a nibble here and there But waits patiently for his chance, Nature wakes up with the sunrise And his bobber began to dance. Toe to fin with a ten pound bass Is the beginning of his tale, Catch and release lives in his heart But it was as big as a whale. With memories he pondered life And said a little prayer to God, “I appreciate my time on earth And thank you for this fishing rod.”