A Story of Fish and Men

Just prior to the dawn Stillness clung to the pond When sounds of the wild resound Every sense was cast Upon water of glass For no fish sought to be found Rewarded with a bite Bass in a mood to fight A fish with girth to astound From the water it jumped Then wrapped around a stump My line now tattered and frayed "Maneuver the canoe" and "guide the fish to you" I know how the game is played I grabbed it by the lip Vessel began to tip The aquatics won the day Water rippled and rough Swam to gather my stuff The water murky and cold Towed all my things to shore body beaten and sore Looked to the east to behold Wiped the drops from my eyes and gazed with some surprise At a pond now bathed in gold. The rays replenished hope Gave me the will to cope So I shoved off once again All the rest of the day Tackle was stowed away Adrift in a state of Zen Absorbing sights and sounds Lost in all that surrounds A story of fish and men