Fishing

A catch a worm’s death A hike so short to

An end a cold no-breath The back, a shack stood

Fish, one wish There once, but now it’s a boat

For a moat, a castle

An aquatic edifice

A stage for fishy plays to climb and enjoy

With drama moist and somber a toy for boys

An underwater wonder to ponder a wilderness camp, stamped

With chips perhaps and lemon with God’s fingerprints

Greasy fingers eating

The sunset on the water

With iced-tea, breathe

Water and air, no bear

To tear you up, from

The current or steal

Your toast, a nuisance

Or a reaper at best

So swim and dive Break camp, moist and

Juke and jive, be damp with dew, number

Alive, scaled in fishy mail the days too few, and

A breathing suit, sweet the fish stew tasted

To eat and wishing, so good the day we

That no one is… all went…

Fishing