Boat skims across low rollers
in the summer breezes flow
headed to a fishing spot
underneath a white lights glow

Its dark and there is no moon
are the fish ready to bite
the first cast will tell the tale
I'll see when the line goes tight

Glowing white Rattle-trap tied
to my 14 pound test line
cast the bait into the light
the line spools off in its familiar wine

Reeling in I can feel the baits vibration
I detect a bump, thump and bite
rip the rod upwards, set the hook
the rod bends downward under its fight

Hear the wind hum off the line
like a taut guitar string
I fight and reel the fish in
it is the nature of the thing

Silver white with broken stripes
shiny scales, and sharp dorsal spines
hopefully one of many
on this night that I will find

Another cast up to the dock
and another awesome bite
It looks like its going to be
one heck of a fishing night

300 hundred fish caught
off of twenty lighted docks
ready to get some sleep,
head home, throttle to its stops