The Fisherman

Winters end brings fish to the bay. where all the birds decide to lay. And foxes and bunnies run around, On the the grassy, sandy mound. There is man with a pole that doesn't have a goal his hook is empty and asleep dreamt he, nothing but the ocean breeze. Then in a swift and careful motion did he jig his line. Now I notice his pole is a stick and line was twine. I ask "what do you suppose you'll catch with that stick for a pole and twine for a line." He said "If me and that fish do by chance intertwine ill be happy for awhile, But I am satisfied with how I beguile this time." So as I watched this fisherman I cracked a smile. Cause although he has nothing but a stick for a pole and twine for a line, he has become more content with life. So I left and continued with my strife. By, Brennan Gunster