The Fisherman's Son
June 20, 2012
by Cliff Able
The trout are running deep today, the catfish even deeper.
My Dad and I sit in our boat, both hoping for a keeper.
Our bait is fresh, our knots are tight,
The sun is high and shining bright.
We'll fish until the "skeeters" bite.
And in our dreams, we'll fish all night.
God bless you, Joe, and both our Dads.