The Fishing Rod

Sitting and waiting for a nibble
Trapped in its web with no chance of escape
up comes a fish with a jiggle

Given to one and given to many
the gift of friendship and food can never be given but only shared

Summer nights spent looking for a bite
A lasting friendship this interest would ignite
A bond between a father and a daughter that would never be forgotten

Like a fish swimming in the sea
swift and smooth, long and fast
The fishing rod is a memory that will never be forgotten

Cast off into the sunset
All the places it will go and the things it will see

Time to go with three fish in hand
What a good day it has been
Away goes the fishing rod
Until next time my good friend you will missed