ryan fish
03-07-2001, 01:12 PM
This is a poem that I received from my daughter on Father's Day 2000, that I thought I would share it with you.
Great White Fisherman
Now he lays down to sleep
Praise the lord it's fish he seeks
As he rises before the break of dawn
To the fishing hole he'll be gone
In his Chevy truck he goes
With a sack lunch and a cup of joe.
Alas, the exit is approaching near
Toward the spot that is to him so dear
Down the trail forward to his goal
This place is sacred; he hasn't told a soul
Like a pro he casts his line
Toward the lake straight to the vine.
A yank and a tug he pulls at the branch
"Today," he shouts, "you've met your match"
With one last twist the hook flys free
Across the lake into another tree
At last he snips at the casting thread
Causing the line to hit him in the head.
"Damn, I hate fishing, so why do I try?"
To catch a fish or two he says on the sly
He lays down his tackle and prized fishing reel
And climbs in the front behind the steering wheel
A few Z's and rays are all I can find
With a close of his eyes he drifts off to sleep
At the pond in his mind.
Jane - 6/18/00
Father's Day
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Ron Wray
Great White Fisherman
Now he lays down to sleep
Praise the lord it's fish he seeks
As he rises before the break of dawn
To the fishing hole he'll be gone
In his Chevy truck he goes
With a sack lunch and a cup of joe.
Alas, the exit is approaching near
Toward the spot that is to him so dear
Down the trail forward to his goal
This place is sacred; he hasn't told a soul
Like a pro he casts his line
Toward the lake straight to the vine.
A yank and a tug he pulls at the branch
"Today," he shouts, "you've met your match"
With one last twist the hook flys free
Across the lake into another tree
At last he snips at the casting thread
Causing the line to hit him in the head.
"Damn, I hate fishing, so why do I try?"
To catch a fish or two he says on the sly
He lays down his tackle and prized fishing reel
And climbs in the front behind the steering wheel
A few Z's and rays are all I can find
With a close of his eyes he drifts off to sleep
At the pond in his mind.
Jane - 6/18/00
Father's Day
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Ron Wray