Fishing
Don’t you love to do some fishing,
Quality time spent on the water..
I hadn't been for many years,
So I’d thought I’d take the daughter...
We grabbed the local paper,
To check out the next high tide..
But where to go and fish,
We both were unable to decide...
She wants to fish the rocks,
We can catch an awesome feed...
Although I had other plans,
I reluctantly agreed...
We went and got some bait,
Our tackle and our rods...
Both then headed off,
To see if we could beat the odds...
Because when we both went fishing,
We caught nothing but a cold...
But the time we spent together,
Was worth it's weight in gold...
We are not professionals,
We seldom get a bite...
And when they take the bait,
We both yell with all our might...
What a bloody beauty,
It’s the biggest that I’ve ever seen...
It was shiny as a mirror,
With those eyes of emerald green...
As it lay there on the rocks,
She felt a little sad...
Can we let it go,
I don’t feel like fish for brekkie Dad...
So we let it get away,
It swam quickly out to sea...
Although we went home empty handed,
We were glad we set him free...
Len Newey 2012