The Big One

The Big One

As I walked up to the fishing hole with ice chest in tow.

I knew fishing for the big one would be slow

Getting ready and popping number one beer top.

Casting the line in with a resounding flop.

I was now ready for the unsuspecting fish to chomp my hook.

Time dragged and beer two I took.

Feeling the bait was gone I reeled in, however, was intact.

Feeling dejected was present that’s a fact.

Popping a top on number three.

I was ready to cast again yet I landed in a tree.

Frustration began to enter my adventure.

Yet I reeled in again to catch that waiting fish.

Popping top number four I waited for my wish.

And suddenly there was a pull on the line by a fish.

Dropping popped top number five I reeled and reeled to bring ashore this prize catch.

The fight was immense, wasn’t sure I’d be able to fetch.

The fight lasted three minutes and was hard fought.

Just to have the results for naught.

What I pulled ashore was a turtle who was not to happy.

Popping top number six put to the mind.

That releasing the turtle and relaxing was right to do and kind.

I then reflected the hell with fishing and popped number seven.

Sat there relaxing and pondered heaven.

For I sat in God's given beauty of creation,,

Which only added to my elation.