True Blue Fisherman He Longed To Be

True Blue Fisherman He Longed To Be Once a seeking lad of long dreamt desires true blue fisherman he longed to be within summer's heat, its burning hot fires went he through desert to welcoming sea Only to find that it had no hungry fish nor even lobster, his favorite dish! Trekked he on back, to his small hometown lake with rod and reel in his young trusty hands swore, I am a fisherman, not a fake no more of fishing failures can I stand With that he baited his first shiny hook saying, fish live here not in a damn book! Casting away, far out into yon deep over to were the big catfish oft hid Swore he, I will eat fish before I sleep fried in cast iron pan with no lid With that spat out, he felt some long hard jerks delighted that his fresh earthworm bait works! Reeling in his long line to beat the band hoping for grand daddy catfish to eat now firm gripping rod with both of his hands with a hard yank, a boot lands at his feet Aghast, at this failure and its great shock from old boot fell out only torn red sock! Spouting curses that would make sailors blush re-baited, out farther he cast his line praying for fish, then that long silent hush huge fish was landed, life seemed so fine Swelled with pride, as this was a full meal cried, fisherman am I, the real deal! R.J. Lindley, June 23rd, 1973 Rhyme, ( A Young Boy And Heart's Truest Of Desires )