Fresh Silvers Poem by James Hunter

The silvers started running
So we packed up all the gear
Living in Alaska
I love this time of year
We drive all night, get there early
At our fishing hole
We meet our friends, the time is now
We grab our fishing poles
Secure a spot and cast the line
Fish start biting right away
Jumping, spinning, fighting back
Give them line and watch them play
Five and ten and fifteen pounds
These fish do have some size
They fight like little hellions caught
And we don't have to lie
The run is over, our coolers full
The frying pan is hot
We settle back and enjoy
Fresh silvers we just caught