One peaceful night

Out by the lake

Just me, my fishing

pole, and my fishing bait.

Waiting for hours

To not even catch a thing

Miles away and still

Hearing the sounds of a train

I wait patiently, but ready

For the first bite

My pole starts to jiggle

And my line gets tight

I jerk at the line

And start reeling in the slack

Turn after turn,

My pole jerks back

The closer it gets,

The further it seems to feel.

Till finally there is a splash

Near the bank, and I know it’s real.

My first fish of the night

Is worth the hours with no luck

Catching just one fish, gives me that

Same feeling of seeing a buck.