A steady trek along the shore
relax your mind, worry no more.

A chair, some snacks, a little bait
your favorite pole cast in the lake.

Time stands still when nature speaks
she softly lulls your spirit free.

Anticipation grips your soul
watching nibbles on your pole.

Crappie, bass or maybe trout
the element of surprise does mount.

The line grows taut, you love the feel
your heart beats wildly as you reel.

You look your trophy in his eyes
lick your lips, ready for your pan fry.

Out of the water comes your catch
a snapping turtle you did fetch.

No bass, no crappie, no trout or whale
now go home and spin your tale