There is no peace to equal that, of fishing by a Lake, <br />Or a stream, or river broad, or pond within a wood, <br />If worries you would cast away, take a fishing break, <br />Nature, is the balm that Soothes, the restless soul for good. <br /> <br />I remember, one idyllic, sunny day in spring, <br />Rising early, well before, dawns tentative groping light, <br />Arriving at the lake to hear, a far off robin, sing, <br />A ripple from a rising fish, all added to the sight, <br /> <br />To angle for your supper, is reward enough, it's true, <br />But that day, was a record day, eleven trout all told, <br />It fed the family well, perhaps a week or two, <br />But memories of that treasured day, is what inside, we hold. <br /> <br />However if excitement is what your craving for, <br />Fishing in a little boat, upon a rolling sea, <br />Buffeted by waves and wind, not too far from the shore, <br />Satisfies the need inside and makes our souls run free. <br /> <br />Fighting fish and nature, whatever form, you choose, <br />Fresh water or the salty brine, the outcome is the same, <br />Catching cod and mackerel, you later have for tea, <br />Is wonderful, I promise you, and part of life's rich game.<br /><br />Damian Cranney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/go-fishing/
