I have never held a fishing rod
Never seen a freshly caught fish
Never thought I would sit by the water
Surrounded by bluestem grass
Mosquitoes swirling around my head
Never thought I would be waiting
A jar of worms by my side
For that moment
Movement from the end of the rod
And yetThere I was
Four little boys at my side
Eyes wide as saucers
Smiles on their face
Our first fishing trip



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