This, that, - - - and the other thing

opening day

It was ten in the evening,

on March thirty first,

my equipment uninspected,

I dreaded the worst.


Imagining rotted line, rusty swivels,

and old dead bait,

I knew when I hit the sack,

it would be very late.


It took time to feed the kids, hug them,

and put them to bed,

fix the washer, gas the car, and – – oh yes,

the dogs had to be fed.


Call the old folks, say hello, and – –

my neighbor wanted to talk,

find my license, cap and coat, and – –

take the wife for a walk.


But when that was all done, and – –

I had time for myself,

I retrieved the pole and waders,

from the top of the shelf.


And talk about dumb luck,

not a thing was awry,

except that the tip of the rod,

was missing an eye.

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