Poem about Going Fishing

06/09/2012 at 1:56 AM Leave a comment

Gone Fishing


Drop a line, let’s go fishing!

Large bass is what I’m wishing.

Not only quite good to eat,

But the fight, it can’t be beat!


Get up early, crack of dawn.

Grab our gear, let out a yawn.

Motor off to fishing spot.

Coffee thermos, nice and hot.


Cast our lines, let us relax,

Until that bass, our lines tax.

In gentle breeze, quiet, sit.

Then suddenly feel a hit!


Give a slight jerk to hook, set.

Fight begun, not over yet.

He takes off, on the run.

Let out line, having fun!


He leaps, wiggles, tries to free

Himself from his misery.

Back and forth, such a fight,

To boat side, such a sight!


Grab the net, dip in the lake,

Do it right, don’t make mistake.

Telling tale, about this day,

Fish that didn’t get away.

.                  – June Nash

In Michigan, on Saturday, June 9, and Sunday, June 10, 2012, everyone in Michigan – including residents and non-residents – can fish without a license, though all other fishing regulations still apply.


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Original poetry. Copyright 2012, June Nash

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