Fishing Poem by Lauren Aaa

What I reel in on the line,
The fish is to be mine.

Something slimy and silver,
Jumps right out of the river.

I hope, then I look,
That fish is on my hook.


I am the only one catching fish,
The others can only wish.

They say I caught the same one many times,
But they cannot overlook the truth that chimes.

At the end of the day,
Hardwork does pay.

As the boys get home empty-handed,
On my hopes, fish have landed.