The Fisherman
With pole in hand and watchful eye
He a silent vigil keeps
With firm resolve to land the "Big One" or die
Casting into shallow reeds and cover deep
It matters not whether in a boat
Or standing on the ground
Armed with every style of bait
Not another soul around
He sits, contented to wait
Tension mounts as the line goes slack
Then begins to pull s-l-o-w-l-y ever tighter
And with a whiplike motion
He jerks it back !
Oh yes! He's got a fighter !!!
He sets the hook and patiently reels
Prepared if necessary to tire out his prey
A sudden resounding SPLASH !
Reveals the trophy he'll take home today
But what? Oh NO!!
A resonant POP!
A disappointing death of thrill
But he's a true sportsman and he will not give up
For Lady Luck is no match for skill
So, again with pole in hand and a watchful eye
He in silent vigil once more keeps
With an even firmer resolve
To land the "Big One" or die
Casting into shallow reeds and cover deep.
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