The silence of an early morn shattered by the alarm clock’s horn <br />Leaping from the protection of a warm bed, these thoughts run through my head ‘grab the gear; pick up the line, time for the fishing trip grows near.’ <br /> <br />In the darkness of this early morn we start this ride, passed quiet streets and darkened houses. On the deserted highways as the miles roll bye (by) , my smile grows wide. Inside the car, a young man’s heart swells with pride. In the darkness we head out, in the darkness there is no doubt today is the day we find out. <br /> <br />Now the sun is shining on the boat, and sincerely <br />I have hoped for this day to never end. For my father to always be my friend. <br /> <br />Saturday has come and past and the feeling still does last, of a time of peace spent in the sun, a time alone just a father and a son. <br /> <br />This day has answered all of my wishes. We were never disturbed, not even by the fishes. <br /> <br />4/12/2007<br /><br />Jim Milks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fishing-trip-a-poem/
