Best Sportsriver Poems

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