~ Fisherman’s Repose ~

 

In silence before midnight, tackle box in hand.
A quiet drive by moonlight, to fish at Staver’s Dam.
An ice chest, bait, a fishing rod, a lamp, a snack or two,
A chair, a blanket, lucky hat, supplies to last a few.

Twinkling starlight compliments, a woodsy atmosphere,
"If God made something perfect, yes, He surely made it here."
In this special fishing place, he hears truth be said,
Truths he thought he heard before…ring clearly in his head.

Honesty with self…no fear, to work out right and wrong,
A new perspective comes to view, disharmony is gone.
Spirit beckons fishermen, to his outdoor solitude,
To fish, to ponder, digest life, in fishing’s quietude.

There in nature’s ambience, a fisherman contemplates,
Fishing line tied round his toe, mind free to speculate.
A spiritual sport, food for thought, a bite on a toe tied line,
Pan fried fish at daybreak…peace in a fisherman’s mind.



COPYRIGHT©2004 BONNIE TORRENTE