Glass like water river flows
Underneath the surface who really knows
Swimming fish floating log
Grey horizon filled with smog

Watch the ripple as my line is cast
Prawns for bait surely won’t last
A nibble a tug a fish does play
I got him I haven’t; he’s got away

Bring in the line to check the bait
To slow its gone I am too late
Cheeky bream has he no shame
A ripple a splash he’s done it again

So here I ponder what’s for dinner
Getting hungry and getting thinner
Cast out again try fill the bag
Hang on I got something, it’s just a snag

Tide is out it’s time for bed
Getting dark so home I head
The fish will wait another day
For dinner tonight it’s take a way


© John Humphries
21st March 2009