A warm and joyous afternoon
in mid-summer. My father and I
check our fishing line. Rays of light
glisten off the newly purchased rods.
In the sparkling Starcraft fishing boat,
the electronic fish-finder flashes with
potential victories. All the while,
the fish are frolicking, blissfully unaware.
My father, with his lure-decorated hat
and great wisdom, instructs me
on this maiden voyage
on top a massive, shimmering lake.
And all the fish jump
at the chance to be
my first triumph. We watch
and wait. Silently.
A warm and joyous afternoon
in mid-summer. My father and I
check our fishing line. Rays of light
glisten off the newly purchased rods.
Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 10:31 PM UTC
A warm and joyous afternoon
in mid-summer. My father and I
check our fishing line. Rays of light
glisten off the newly purchased rods.
In the sparkling Starcraft fishing boat,
the electronic fish-finder flashes with
potential victories. All the while,
the fish are frolicking, blissfully unaware.
My father, with his lure-decorated hat
and great wisdom, instructs me
on this maiden voyage
on top a massive, shimmering lake.
And all the fish jump
at the chance to be
my first triumph. We watch
and wait. Silently.
A warm and joyous afternoon
in mid-summer. My father and I
check our fishing line. Rays of light
glisten off the newly purchased rods.
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