by Fonda Nelson
Thursday, September 14, 2006
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Fishing is my favorite past time. Whether I catch or not.
I bought some worms, a few hooks & a pole
I'm heading out to the ol' fishing hole.
It's cool outside with a warm gentle breeze
When you try to catch fish, there's no guarantees.
You could fish all day & fill a whole string
Or try all day & not catch a thing.
The smell of the water, the hooking the bait
To catch the big one, you must concentrate.
After casting your line & waiting a lot
You think the fish know how not to get caught
Something starts tugging & pulling my line
It feels like 8 pounds or could it be nine?
The lines getting tighter~Oh yes in deed
It finally comes up~but it's only a WEED!