- Sports and Recreation
A Fishing, We Will Go
Wonders of Fishing (all rights reserved)
When I was a child, so long ago, not knowing of a legacy that I was to leave,
There was a saving grace to be found, and in something that I could believe.
Going to church on each Godly Sunday, the rest of the week was then mine.
I'd grab my poles, my box, and baits, then taking an action, of the fishing kind.
As I explored each stream and the ponds, a marvelous discovery, I was to make,
In a search of fishing, and in the great outdoors, my whole lifetime, It would take.
Little sunfish, big bass, giant catfish and trout, all being such great fun to catch,
There was nothing more on this earth, than the enjoyment of fishing, could match.
In a decision to fish for old catfish there, it would be lots of stink bait, then I'd make,
My mother would run me out of the house, for it smelled so bad, if for pities's sake.
Perhaps I'd change to fishing for bass, needing trips to a local sporting goods store,
There was always room in my tackle box, for new lures, and for just a little bit more.
Sometimes I'd go in search of a good meal, for our family always loved my fried fish,
There's nothing as tasty, as battering cats, and fat hush puppies, as their side dish.
Salt water fishing is great fun, also, and your never knowing just what you might catch,
On rushing streams, in the Fall of the year, I'll be trout fishing just for records to match.
Oh, give me the happy life of a fisherman, and I'll grow up straight and will be strong,
Keeping me out of the troubles and the streets, and in some places, where I don't belong.
Fishing to me has been much more, it all seems, in dangling bait, and wetting the hook.
It has been a chance to live in the wilds, and in my life, to take the lasting, second look.
Hats off to fishing and the fishermen out there, and all those who love it so much to care,
And when I pass on to that great beyond, my ashes will be strewn in waters, some where.