I walk up to the river and in it I peer. So soothing is the water and crystal clear. A slight wind from the west awakens the trees, I watch as they dance in this sweet cool breeze. Tired is the sun as it sinks in the sky. Little time left so my best I must try, I reach back with my arm then bring it down like a hammer. Releasing my line in the most graceful of manner. Through the air my lure soars, what seems like a mile. Evoking from me a most pleasurable smile. A perfect cast, a wonderful shot. I see my bait slip flawlessly into the best of spots, slowly I reel taking in slack... Just then an explosion, a vicious attack, Hard I pull back. Then from nowhere a snap. The fish was gone to travel on, an outing on the bank all gone wrong. A seven dollar lure still in his lip. I hang my head low, holding my rod at my hip. He got lucky this time, but not the next!!!

that really sounds sexual!! Lol!! It was a good poem tho.

@sluttybuddy69: lol what sexual about a poem about fishing