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Rods n reels

Beep beep beep sound of the alarm,

half asleep you raise your arm.

To press snooze for five minutes,

For in 20, you’ll be fishin’.

Thermos full of the pipin’ hot brew,

made by Mom for your brother and you.

Start the motor and mosey along,

To the secret place where we belong.

Lines cast deep into the water,

The only issue is it could be hotter.

Nonetheless, it’s a beautiful morning,

With the frigid air and moose calling warning.

Nibble nibble we have a sign,

The big one could be at the end of the line.

The rod bends under the boat,

being so close to having him afloat.

Beep beep sound of the alarm,

Slept in a bit long but there is no harm.

This poem is a memory of a few years ago when me and my brother had a wonderful morning out on the lake in our 14 foot aluminum boat with the Johnson 9.9 horse on it. Man did we ever have a gorgeous morning out on the west end of Nippising at our old camp. Fun times.