The Fisherman
The Fisherman
The early bird does not get the worm
When a fisherman sets his clock,
He plays checkers with the moon
And fishes quietly on the dock.
There is a nibble here and there
But waits patiently for his chance,
Nature wakes up with the sunrise
And his bobber began to dance.
Toe to fin with a ten pound bass
Is the beginning of his tale,
Catch and release lives in his heart
But it was as big as a whale.
With memories he pondered life
And said a little prayer to God,
“I appreciate my time on earth
And thank you for this fishing rod.”
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