To Carolyn Devonshire
Golden hair shining in the breeze,
you-- strapped into the boat’s chair.
Feet braced, your mouth wide
and eyes lit up like an angel.
You are pulling the rod with
all your might, as the fish rises
into the sunlight, it glistens.
Turning end over end it gains
slack needed to throw the hook.
It rises once again into a mighty
leap over the stern where you sit.
With a sigh of relief, you know
you will always remember,
that salute as your trophy.
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