Working Up To the Hallelujah Chorus

Whenever I feel the dirge Moments, days that pass without hope My pleasure begins to emerge The moment I pick up the old fishing pole So much negativity is purged When the bait lady smiles at me This special day I think I’ll splurge Not one kind of bait, but three Paths to the river and ocean diverge A sense of glee follows me to the bridge As onto the river banks I emerge Below the emerald pine tree ridge Grinning now, gone is the scourge As I cast my line, a manatee passes by “Enjoy your swim, my friend,” I urge And into the water my line does fly The song in my heart finds its way to my lips As I watch the bait and hook submerge A redfish chomps, the pole swiftly dips At one with nature, I converge Reeling in the fish, placing hands on her fins The Hallelujah chorus begins! *Entry for Frank's "What Turns You On?" contest