Fishing With Our Dad
Location
Sitting by the water
As ripples, ripples form;
Stare at my bobber
As it rocks, rocks back and forth
I tell my Sis to pass the Cheetos
As I swat away mosquitoes;
Dad picks up the tackle box
Let’s go try another spot
My hook holds on to a rock
So I tug, tug and yank;
I warn my sister by the dock
Stay away, stay away from the bank
Hey Dad, can we swap?
He rolls his eyes, thanks a lot!
He tries different angles
And gets my line untangled
I throw out my line
And reel, reel in;
We sweat like swine
Wanna dive, dive in
The bugs seem to hydroplane
I feel a cold drop of rain
Fish splash to the surface
Do they ignore my bait on purpose?