#Poetry – Fishing Rod Races

The fish may not be biting but bored they’ll never be, cause they’re running on the boardwalk right there in front of me. 

Are they fishing rods or horses cause they seem to gallop on, pounding the boardwalk with their playful cheery song.

Boys with cheeky grins, with rods extended out. They run the race, reach the end, and turn themselves about. 

With slower pace these thoroughbreds wander back to fish. They bait their hooks, cast their lines. I know for what they wish!

I was walking along the boardwalk today. It was overcast but I was struck by the playfulness of a few boys that had come down with their dad to fish. Fishing with dad as a kid I know it can be ages before you get even a nibble. Great to see these boys were mixing up their day with this odd race along the boardwalk. It was hilarious!

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