Fishing with my Dad
The sun beats down on the water’s face
And the waves caress the shore
The gulls soar upon a gentle breeze
And float down to explore
My hand grasps the fishing pole
As I climb among the rocks
To sit beside my father
Who is looking toward the docks
He carefully threads the wiggling bait
Onto my weighted lure
He casts it to the water
So I’ll catch a fish for sure
Beside my dad I sit for hours
And watch the sunset fall
The time together’s precious
So it won’t seem long at all
The bridge’s lights are glowing
Like a diamond necklace hung
Across the glassy water
In the night that is so young
We talk about the daytime
How it all went by so fast
We talk about the stars above
And wish that this could last
A tug upon my line
Pulls me from my reverie
A shriek of shock escapes my lips
There’s a beast beneath the sea!
My line begins to fly away
But my tiny grip is strong
The fish fights for what seems like hours
Though it wasn’t near that long
Give a little, take it back
Pull it to the shore
My dad helps me to keep my stance
As it gives a little more
Finally, as my strength is spent
The monster starts to tire
This lights within me hope
Burning, blazing like a fire
A few seconds later,
There he is! upon the pier
A quite impressive trophy
And it causes us to cheer
The goal is met, and fish in hand
We head back to the truck
Smiles wide, and spirits high
We marvel at our luck
The beaches in Rhode Island
Can be rocky, cold and wet
But the nights I spent there fishing
Are a thing I can’t forget
I think about that night sometimes
And smile at it still
The fish is gone and pictures fade
But the memory never will
