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 )
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