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
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