A mist on the water
on a lake somewhere
fog rising up into the air
a sun coming up
in the morning sky
birds singing their songs
as the light comes alive
The motor starts up
a breeze hits your face
as you cross the water
to your fishing place
You glide to a stop
trolling motor goes down
lure flies threw the air
lands with a plop
a season begins
with a crank of the reel
and only GOD and you know
how good it feels
BY REDRNGER
