First Fish

Posted by Brad Osborne on July 13, 2020 · 16 Comments 

 

 

As just a young lad

I went fishing with Dad

His knowledge being passed

 

I woke with a yawn

As it was just dawn

No time for any breakfast

 

Thought we’d catch a few

At the special spot he knew

Where trees provided some shade

 

He fashioned my line

And I did just fine

With the first cast that I made

 

Then I reeled it in

And to my chagrin

There was no fish to be had

 

I tried a few more

But just like before

No catches made me sad

 

Why don’t the fish bite?

Do they only eat at night?

What am I doing so wrong?

 

Are these fish too smart?

When does the fun start?

Why did I come along?

 

This does not seem fun

To not catch even one

Why do people love this so

 

And filling my head

Were thoughts of my bed

And why I said I would go

 

Then the hundredth time

I cast out my line

I knew what it was about

 

Amazed when I looked

At the fish on my hook

I had caught my very first trout

 

I smiled all day

No others came to play

But I didn’t really care

 

I was not so cursed

Finally snared my first

And so happy to be there

 

There is no denying

Rewards come from trying

A good lesson to be had

 

And nothing more fun

Then a young son

Fishing with his Dad

 

 

 

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