Silently sitting, waiting and wishing.
Anticipating the first bite of the day,
It could be a tiddler, barely dipping my float,
Or a powerful carp, that could tow a small boat.
Monsters or Minnows I really don’t care.
It’s a place, where I leave my problems behind,
relaxing and peaceful, clearing my mind.
Where the Kingfisher fly’s, and a grass snake swims by,
there’s fresh bait on my hook, and at my side picnic pie.
There’s nothing quite like a day by the lake,
waiting for a fish to take my bait.