Fishing With My Dad
To cast a line with their dad
Is the best feeling for a boy
It can't be measured good or bad
Can't be compared to a toy
Dad is first to bait his hook
The boy gets him a worm
"Come here son and take a look"
"Be patient and you'll learn
They fish until the sun goes down
Then mother says "it's time"
The boy can't wait to tell the town
Dad taught him to cast a line
The boat is a place they share
It is their second home
He'll always feel his Daddy there
Even when he's grown
11/7/2021
Picture Number 2
Written for Rhyming Me A Poem 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
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