My Talisman

Blue and long, with a tip that is broken
The line slides through plastic guides so smooth
The reel, that has been exchanged so many times
Holds up to three-hundred meters of line
The drag, is perfectly tuned
The line, is made of little strands woven so tight
Can hold more than eight pounds in weight
It is my rod, my fishing rod
It is my talisman

Many a fish it has pulled back to the shore
After the bait being bitten many meters below
Whether the fight to the surface easy or hard
Whether it be short or long
My rod has made it through
It has never been a bore
It is my rod, my fishing rod
It is my talisman

I received it when I was seven
Now it will be mine, until I am one –hundred and eleven
It has been through thick and thin and I trust it to the hilt
Using it to catch fish, I have no guilt
As is the circle of life
It is my rod, my fishing rod
It is my talisman