Something for my dad

L'il girls sharing one of the many word blocks I made at the CDAF.

The Cotton District Arts Festival was a big success this past weekend.   I had entered the poetry slam but failed to place. (My daughter, Mary, however got third place. - Yeah, Mary!)
Even though I didn't win anything, I thought I would share my entry here.  Its a little homage to my late dad, an avid fisherman that taught me to fish, and is pretty self-explanatory.

 SUMMER BATTLE

Cool mist floats on the water.

Arm cocks and casts,

The line sings out flashing in the early morning sunlight.

Ploop!

The lure hits the water, sinks.

The reel hums as temptation surges through the depth.

Bump. Strike! Zing!

The hook is set and the rod bends at the fight.

The line sings with tension .

Splash!

The finny combatant breaks the surface.

Netted, he calms down.

Five pounds, if an ounce.

I gaze upward and thank Dad for teaching me to fish!

Gently released, the lunker lunges  deep

Perhaps we battle another day.

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Everyone have a great day!

Young Lad hard at work among the word blocks at CDAF.