that it beleaguers me to this day
Whatta beaut she was of a tale tall some saids
‘cause she were the one that got
On a summer day might been it of May
I was but a tad of tan with pole.
That school I ditched or chores were I skipped
barefoot down to the ol’ fishin’
It weren’t bout no catch nor the caught
jess simply the solitude of wait.
Yet as I lay on the bank my tadpole heart sank
sufferin’ sassafras I had forgot
Not a worm dug or grasshopper or grub
nor a crumb nor gum nor cake.
Thinking it was fine to put my heart on the line
that I cast my one wish into the
Then laid in the grass dreaming of bass
catfish and dogfish and perch.
My dreaming awakened as the bait is takened
pole leaping from hands with a
Prospects brighter as to land this fighter
be I a hero but to my surprise.
The line goes slack and as I fall flat on my back
jumps up a mermaid of emerald
Of one never have I seen of eyes so green
a beauty of red hair to her hips
Was I so endeared as she grabbed me by the ears
and kissed me square on the
With a wink jumped back into the drink
disappearing beneath her wake
as I was left holding my pole by the fishin’ hole
heartbroken she’d stolen my
© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009