Catfishing by Faye Jones
On the banks of the Mighty Muddy
Just me and my fishing buddy.
The current carries the night crawler
To just the right spot in the murky water.
Waiting, waiting, waiting,
Just sitting, watching.
There is a bobble!
Don't jerk the hook!
Got to play it by the book!
The sun dips lower.
The shade grows larger.
It's cooler now; perfect place.
Yes, he wants a taste.
Got him caught!
Pulling against the rolling current-
Finally on the bank.
Supper! Nothing better-
Unless you count the watch
And of course the wait.
Just me and my fishing buddy.
The current carries the night crawler
To just the right spot in the murky water.
Waiting, waiting, waiting,
Just sitting, watching.
There is a bobble!
Don't jerk the hook!
Got to play it by the book!
The sun dips lower.
The shade grows larger.
It's cooler now; perfect place.
Yes, he wants a taste.
Got him caught!
Pulling against the rolling current-
Finally on the bank.
Supper! Nothing better-
Unless you count the watch
And of course the wait.
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I find nothing more relaxing than sitting on the bank of the Mississippi River with rod in hand, visiting with friends, waiting for granddaddy catfish to come along.
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I love it. I feel the same way about crappie fishing. on a good day! Thanks and keep fishing! - Melissa |
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Very strange or a very strange dream.Was I hooked? or the bait hummm, Wait and see. WoW this is very strange or I am crazy - Laura |
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Since fishing is my passion, no one could have said it better!! - Virgie |
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This poet towes at my heartstrings and plays with my emotions. - Virgie |
