The Fishing Trip By Haeli Wortman
Downstream I sat in the pouring rain
All I had was my boat, a pole and some bait
The raging splashes of the rain calmed my soul
Until I felt a yank on my pole
I had to be agile if I was going to win
I’d been waiting all my life to reel this one in
The battle was fierce and fought well by both ends
But my will was stronger than my opponent’s had been
With a jerk and a pull I was up on my feet
Wrestling with the biggest fish I’d ever meet
It took me a while, but at last it was done
I fought with this fish and finally, I had won
Like in any good fight, you shake hands at the end
So I took a good look, then threw him back in.
I never snapped a photo and many ask why
After all, I had caught the biggest fish alive.
But I couldn’t have kept the photo no matter what
Because once I caught that thing, I woke up.