The Stream

[norman]

The Stream

I come to this stream alone
On this very early morn
With this pole in hand
As I stop by this spot of sand

Hoping to catch a few
I might even invite you
There are small mouth and rock bass
Hiding under the rocks and grass

But with a few tricks and lures
I should be able to catch some for sure
As the bucket fills and they flip around
It won't be long I'll be homeward bound

Then to clean and fillet them up
The smell of frying fish others will show up
In the skillet they turn golden brown
As the butter makes a sizzling sound

Ok now they're done it's time to eat
Enough to make your mouth water what a treat
With some fish and potatoe wedges too
Maybe the next time I'll invite you

Just to think it all started at the stream
Where there's peace and quiet in ones dreams
I'll go back when I need to get away
With pole and lure it will be time to play

Written 10/30/2017 by Norman Hale Jr.
© 2017 norman (All rights reserved)