The strong morning tide, flows steadily in, <br />I wish I had stayed in bed! <br />I can't feel my toes, my fingers are numb, <br />And my nose is a bright shade of red! <br /> <br />Not far from the pier, we hear a loud cheer, <br />So we all look across to see, <br />An excited young boy, shouts out to his Dad, <br />Can we have it for our tea? <br /> <br />I reach for my box, full of wriggling bait, <br />And pick out a worm for the fish, <br />Oblivious, to it's watery fate, <br />It'll make nice tasty dish. <br /> <br />Now time for a break, a nice slice of cake, <br />And a steaming hot mug of tea, <br />When out of the blue, my line starts to shake, <br />I hope it's a catch for me! <br /> <br />Jump to the ready, must keep it steady, <br />Let's give it all I've got, <br />Reeling it in, I can't help but grin, <br />It's a definite one for the pot! <br /> <br />When the tide starts receding, the seagulls start feeding <br />On the surplus of bait cast away, <br />Like squabbling kids at a birthday tea, <br />They tuck into their feast of the day. <br /> <br />A grand time we've had, took the good with the bad, <br />And made some new friends on the way, <br />We'll come again soon, by the light of the moon, <br />As long as the weathers ok.<br /><br />Jayne Davies<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gone-fishing-11/
