Fishing

All by myself,
With line and hook.
I went a-fishing,
Down by the brook.

The day was fine,
And I...with a wish.
Let the kingfish tell me,
There wasn't a fish.

Some minnows...came swimming,
"Silversides", I did see.
They lay on the bottom,
Just looking at me.

My line drifted down,
Where the ripples were plenty.
For I knew all the time,
There just wasn't any.

A Bobble...a bobble,
My line went about.
I pulled it out quickly,
And up came a trout.


E.P. 1908 - 1989