‘Ol Fisherman Poems, (Thoughts of Dad)
The other night, after Lynne had gone to bed, I was sitting on the couch watching the Brewers lose again when my thoughts turned to Dad. We have a picture sitting on the stereo that I took of Mom and Dad while they were fishing. They are dressed in their waders and have on their fishing vest and hats, Mr and Mrs ‘Ol Fisherman
Looking at this picture got me to thinking about Dad and fishing and all of the wonderful times we had while fishing. In my mind I saw Dad there at the lake and the river. I could see the look on his face and hear his voice as it rang out across the water. These four little ‘Ol Fisherman poems are the result of those thoughts.
The ‘Ol Fisherman stands
Scanning the water before him
Searching with wise eyes
For that elusive troutWise in the ways of the trout
The ‘Ol Fishman drifts his fly
In front of it’s snoutThe river meanders
A fish jumps
The ‘Ol Fisherman stands
Patiently waitingWith a smile on his face that’s wider than mine
The ‘Ol Fisherman stands at my side
Netting my catch
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