The sun was low and our body’s slow
As we aroused in the morning air;
Ma had her coffee and I had my toffee
Buckled up and through the window I stare.
A long summer's drive but I knew with a pride
I would be ready this time I swear.
We arrived at a pond to a place we were fond and opened our plastic crate.
My dad fixed the pole recalling his goal
As I handled the bait
We sat in our chair and watched the pond's glare
As the hook sunk w all it
I waited the day and to my dismay,
Tugs were missed by my line
Impatient was I so I let out a cry,
As I noticed my pole intertwined
"Not again!" I said as I rewound my thread
Careful to be more refined.
Still I sat longer my grip growing stronger
When dad caught fish three, four, and five.
Envious as ever, was I no longer clever?
Thoughts raced my mind as I found no contrive;
Gaining demerit, I did not inherit
My parent's fishing drive.
My face growing starker as light became darker
And ma said not to cast out
It was now time to leave on that midsummer's eve
As I recently began to pout.
I reeled in once more just to be sure
And something indeed had tugged back.
I reeled in my line,
That fish was all mine
As I gained the skills I had lacked.
