Fly Fishing
Staring at the water for that bright silver ring
Casting his line to that very spot
Hoping that it will become hot
Standing waiting without a care
When all of a sudden there it was there
Dancing and flashing in the sun
He hopes he has caught the great big one
But no this was not to be
It went and broke his line you see
With not a worry or a care
Just that silver tint upon his hair
It reminds him of the past
When he went fishing with his Dad
13 04 1995
Derby
poem by Jim O'Donnell
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