The water, calm, clear and blue
Mesmerizes me as I search for you.
A gently laid fly, only to lure
A beautiful vibration will be the cure.
I grip the rod when I feel it jerk
Swiftly I pull, as I watch my hand work.
As my prize begins to surface and grow
I feel all tingly, my face aglow.
At last I’m able to pull it in
A big beautiful bluegill is my win.