The Jolly Fisherman
There was a jolly fisherman
Who was happy all the time
He was at his happiest
When he was casting his fishing line,
He arose early every morning,
At the crack of dawn
Eager to go fishing
Without a sign of a yawn
He had a hurried breakfast
A hot mug of coffee and marmalade toast
He picked up his tackle and chose the rod he liked most.
The river was not far away, and as he strolled along,
This happiest of fishermen sang a merry song.
This jolly sound awakened birds and animals from their dens,
They all hovered around this enchanting gentleman.
The ripple of the river, the shade of the trees
The ambience of the surroundings
It helped all feel at ease.
The fisherman sat comfortably, then cast his line,
To all at the river bank, everything was fine.
Written 17 August 2022
Submitted to " The Jolly Fisherman" Poetry Competition
Sponsored by Julia Ward
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