• It sits,
    I wait,
    It moves
    with the waves,
    It goes under,
    I get up,
    I pull,
    pull,
    pull,
    My fingers spinning
    the reel,
    Sweaty, they are,
    But my grip holds tight,
    Until finally, the force
    is up,
    fliping & flopping
    & splashing, us laughing,
    Unhook it,
    put it in,
    watch it swim away,
    Away,
    Away,
    For it was too small
    For the catch of the day,
    The bobbing of the bobber,
    The flipping of fish,
    I put on some more bait,
    and do it again.