ccroom
08-08-2006, 04:34 PM
I wrote another poem about fishing today.
The World I've Been Missing
The reason I go fishing,
is to see the world I've been missing.
The mountain streams run cool,
the fish are plentiful in every pool.
My toes wiggle in the sand,
with my fishing pole in hand.
The misty air descends the mountain,
as the water falls like a fountain.
I get excited about every trip,
its a feeling I will never forget.
The brown bass swim with freedom,
but every time I try not to eat em.
inWith every cast of my lure,
I realize this life's so pure.
Sometimes I wonder why I go fishing,
then I remember its the world I 've been missing.
The World I've Been Missing
The reason I go fishing,
is to see the world I've been missing.
The mountain streams run cool,
the fish are plentiful in every pool.
My toes wiggle in the sand,
with my fishing pole in hand.
The misty air descends the mountain,
as the water falls like a fountain.
I get excited about every trip,
its a feeling I will never forget.
The brown bass swim with freedom,
but every time I try not to eat em.
inWith every cast of my lure,
I realize this life's so pure.
Sometimes I wonder why I go fishing,
then I remember its the world I 've been missing.