Watching my float drifting away,
Waiting for nibbles,
On this very fine day.
Looking for Bluegills down by the stream,
No fancy frills,
This is my dream.
A piece of an earthworm,
Thats all it took.
To get my first hit,
On this number ten hook.
The little float is moving again,
It must be a big one,
Look at my cane.
Bluegills are fun,
And so good on a plate.
When that line starts to run,
You know he's got the bait.
9/5/10 Alton Texas
Juan Olivarez
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fishing-for-bluegills/
