Breakfast before dawn
Fishing rod in hand
Sun peeks over hills
Crows caw over land
Walk to floating dock
Father trails behind
Dock rocks under feet
Leave behind life grind
Untie boat from dock
Putter down still lake
Til we find good spot
Cast lines, hissing snake
Osprey calls from high
Dog barks near shoreline
Drinking deer jerks head
Leaps behind tall pine
Talk between us light
Bond with every cast
Hoping weather holds
Time together lasts
Feet away from boat
Swims a monster gar
Quietly we watch
One of lake's big stars
Family of ducks
Waddle down dirt shore
Slip into still lake
Soft quacks duck rapport
If no fish are caught
We will not be blue
Time together grand
For old fishing crew
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Lyrical Porch
PoetryTake a vacation on the Lyrical Porch. Come sit on my porch, when you're feeling scorched. Come and be my guest, take a little rest....
