Early morning comes too soon. Fish are biting by the moon. Father and son make their way Out of the house to meet the day.
The men of the house are outward bound Seeking their fortune on the water sound. Fishing poles and tackle boxes in hand Off they go, to the dock to be manned.
Eyes gleaming bright, with the wind in his hair, My son grins wide, and says, "Dad, Look There!" Sure enough my son sees, fish to be caught, Their trip is promising, will not be for naught.
His father smiles at the look from his son, Saying, "Yes, son, you've found them, quite well done." Bringing their boat to a stop they let glide, Unpack their equiment, and come along side.
Taking their time and setting their hooks, Plenty of fish here, judging by the looks. There's sunfish and carp, some salmon and trout, Walleye and crappie, and catfish so stout.
As the sun rises higher, they reel those fish in. There's plenty of fish, with tail and fin. The father and son are laughing together. Can't believe their luck, or such perfect weather.
Returning home from a long day of fun, They unload their catch and in they run. Fish stories abound, They can't say enough, The fish they missed, get bigger and rough.
I watch my two men, with quiet delight. Enjoying the warmth, they create in my sight Fishing is fun, fishing is great, My men bonding, makes my heart elate.
hi Judy, I enjoyed the rhyming scheme, it's a bit personally funny for me as I frequent an online dating site aptly called 'plenty of fish'. I hope you can share the humor with me!
The poem is very folky and country like, the old idea that men bond via shared activities and women bond via verbal dialogue I guess in many cultures still holds true.
This is such a beautiful poem.. like a sweet and loving story of those two precious men in your life. Said it before, but, some writers have a way of painting pictures with their words .. you're one of them.
I miss fishing...and a thousand other things with my dad...and I miss mother now as well. But I treasure the memories. A wonderful tribute to the togetherness of family...heartwarming.
A sweet, absolutely charming depiction of a good woman's love for and pride in "the men" of her house.
What can I say, Judy?--so touchingly well-done as to have warmed the icy cockles of this old curmudgeon's rarely-used heart.
A pleasantly disturbing occurrence which I, of course, somewhat resent.