Watching bobber!

I remember when I was a kid, when I had all the wows and sorrows of the the world on my shoulder, or at least I thought I did.

I would grab my fishing pole, and head to my favorite fishing hole.

I would throw my line in, and turn on some country tunes.

My hole life I had problems waiting, yet for them bobbers I had patents.

All my problem I brought to forget would get forgot, the only time I would move was when that bobber would drop.

I would pull up hoping to set that hook, because when that fish shook

and fought weather caught or not.

My problems would sizzle away to nothingness, to reminisce when I use to fish,

is truly numbing, and here is something

else. There are days when my eyes have a far off glaze,

but don't worry, nothing is wrong and nothing hurts, I am just watching bobbers..................That poem is for my father who in teaching me to fish taught me so much more!!!!!!!!!!!