Poetryinpictures

Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after. ~Henry David Thoreau

It was a perfect spring day in June

I watch him as he prepares the lure

Who is this child which possess such patience

I stopped questioning

For today I was glad

He was with nature

Instead of the PC

He cast his line

Releasing it as the bait hit the water

Sat down patiently awaiting

I imagine that a simple tug

Then another

Would bring glee to his heart

Private anticipation

Waiting for the perfect time

The line tightened upon the water

It surely was a tug, and yes another

His heart racing

He held his breath

In perfect motion

Set that hook and catch the “Prize”

There was not one but six

He witnessed

Small mouth bass as they are called

But only one was determined

To get at that bait he used

He tried to loosen himself from the hook

But this young man was more determined

He could not help himself

A loud squeal he released with glee

He smiled with great pride

Admired the catch

But the real gift was the hours

He had spend by the lake side

He did not know

From the pen of Jocelyn