BLUE skies mighty temptin', an' the sunbeams coaxin', too, <br />An' my wo'k is gettin' harder ebery day; <br />Ain't a-takin' any int'rest in de things I has t' do, <br />Jes' sittin' heah an' wishin' time away. <br />Jes' a-wishin' fo' de fishin' <br />An' de wet line gayly swishin' <br />As I fling it t' de middle o' de stream, <br />An' I let it drif' and dribble, <br />Till I feel de pick'rel nibble, <br />Dat 's de burden o' my everlastin' dream. <br /> <br />Dere is some folks call it hook worm, an' dere's others say dat I <br />Am jes' nacherly inclined t' laziness; <br />An' I aint a-goin' t' quarrel or dispute or argufy, <br />It's de fishin'-hunger 's got me though, I guess. <br />Jes' de fishin'-hunger schemin' <br />An' a-keepin' of me dreamin' <br />An' a-lurin' me out yonder t' de bay <br />Where de pick'rel am playin' <br />An' de willow trees am swayin', <br />It's de fishin'-hunger makes me act dis way.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fishin-hunger/
