Fisherman writes

Wayne

Sealiner
[align=center]FISHERMANS PRAYER[/align]
[align=center]I pray that I may live to fish
Until my dying day.
And when it comes to my last cast,
I then most humbly pray:
When in the Lord's great landing net
And peacefully asleep
That in His mercy I be judged
Big enough to keep.

 
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[align=center]THE BARBEL[/align]
[align=center]I held my breath as I cast,
Releasing it as the bait hit the water.
I waited with anticipation,
For nothing else at the moment mattered.
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[align=center]The line tightened upon the water,
As the current pulled it downstream.
To catch a solitary fish today
Was my only dream.
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[align=center]I felt a tug, and then another...
I waited for the perfect time,
To set my hook and catch my prize.
The moment was sublime.
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[align=center]The barbel fought with all her might
To free herself from my line,
But I was determined and held my rod high.
This long awaited moment mine.
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[align=center]My heart was racing, I grinned with pride
As I watched the big girl fight.
She lept from the water, a flash of gold
As try to escape she might.
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[align=center]I smiled as I lifted my lady fair
And admired her natural beauty.
I then returned her to the sea,
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[align=center]For this, [/align]
[align=center]It is my duty.[/align]
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