Fishing at Devil’s Lake

Fishing at Devil’s Lake

Graham and Reid went fishing on a breezy summer day,

Their Dad took bobbers, hooks and poles and then they walked a way,

They walked a way along a path and found their sandy beach,

Since this was Reid’s first day to fish his Dad began teach.

As Graham began to cast his line he’d watch the bobber bob,

And, all the while quite hoping from the lake a fish he’d rob,

Now they would be quite kind today in case a fish would take-

The baited hook; they’d set him free to swim in Devil’s Lake.

No fish were biting at this spot; not one of any kind,

At times they found some seaweed; off the hook they would unbind,

Yet fishing makes you hungry, and the fishers needed lunch,

So down the path came Grandma; Mom with needed food to munch.

They laughed and talked and ate some food, but when the meal was done,

The fishers had to try again for they’d been having fun,

With poles in hand they wandered off; for one more spot they’d look,

To find a better fishing hole which they would cast their hook.

The same old story once again, no fish would take the bait,

The fishers cast; the fishers reeled and waited; Yes, they'd wait,

Yet, that’s the way that fishing goes so we will have to make-

Some time to bring the poles once more to fish on Devil’s Lake!

Peter Lowell Paulson

September 8, 2017