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!!!!!!!!!!!