Fishing thoughts prompt fishing dreams,
Exploring one of many beautiful streams
Where gurgling brook produces quiet pools
With fish to make the fishermen fools.
Oh I’ll try just one more cast,
A different lure, soon time has past,
And the fish have survived another day
And the fisherman leaves without his prey.
Yet hope inspires, the joy returns
And fishing thought in my memory burns;
I’ll go again on another day,
Not a thing will keep me away.
