' Take me fishin Paw, ' was a young boys cry! <br />I have the worms I caught outside. <br /> <br />I crawled in the dark all night long, <br />In our yard, on the fresh mowed lawn. <br /> <br />I borrowed your flashlight, so that I might see, <br />The fattest of Night Crawlers, looking back at me. <br /> <br />Slippery fellas, but I caught them all! <br />' Now let's go fishin, can we Paw? ' <br /> <br />I have my pole and special hooks for worms, <br />And I'm not afraid if the wiggle and squirm. <br /> <br />Get the boat and the gear we need, <br />Mom made Lemonade, it's freshly squeezed! <br /> <br />Take me fishin Paw, would you please? <br />I'm big enough now, I'm up too your knees! <br /> <br />I'll scale and gut the fish by myself, <br />And clean up good, <br />Put stuff back on the shelf! <br /> <br />' My son it's not that time of year, <br />I'm headed off to get that deer.' <br /> <br />But one day soon, I promise son, <br />We'll go fishin from dawn, till setting sun.<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/take-me-fishing/
