Patience in Nature

I wait, I wait, I wait
Rippling waves before me
My rod and reel in hand
I cast my dreams and make a wish
Patiently I wait staring at my reflection

The breeze whispering softly of woodsmen tales
Still I wait, I wait, I wait
I know they are all around me, teasing at the hook
Their eyes prying back at me, wondering why I am here

A game of chance the leaves still dance
The woodsmen tales go long
For when they bite I’ll jerk my rod
And then we’ll see who is strong

I guess we will never know, the intensity still grows
Too late, too late, I no longer wait
Myself and the fish let go

By Brian Hronek

man fishing in autumn lake

Photo by tspider

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