Fishing Poems
Those that like it love, and those that don’t cannot get their head around it. Fishing is one of the most polarizing past-times going, and non-fishers can find it very difficult to appreciate the attraction. However, talk to those that love to fish and you’ll see it's far more than a past-time; it’s a way of life. For most, fishing is not about the need to eat, but the need for inner peace. Fishing can be one of the most relaxing things in the world, and it lends itself to long periods of quiet reflection. The world is changing, and the serenity of sitting still for hours, watching the water and waiting for a bite is not something you can get many places any more.
Oh Lord it’s hard to be humble, with my fishing pole in hand
Why I almost feel like another Bill Dance, not just an ordinary fisherman.
Forgive me when I stretch the truth, about the one that got away
Why we both know he’s in the lake, waiting to be caught another day.
Calm me oh Lord when my temper flares
When my lines become tangled and I begin to swear.
Help me to look upon my fishing buddy with patience, and grace
Why just look at the big one’s he’s catching I’d like to punch him in the face!
Lord please help me to think up a story, to tell to that wife of mine
I told her I’d be home hours ago, I just lost track of time.