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Canada
April 6, 2017
Whistling pines in the air
And the wind carrying my boat is quite fair
I spot a good place to cast
My reel let's line out very fast
I cast my bucktail up to the shore
Reeling this lure is quite a chore
Its big gold blades shine in the sun
Most people won't find this activity very fun
Still no fish caught today
I must go back to camp and pray
That I will catch a fish tomorrow
So I don’t leave Canada in Sorrow
© Anonymous
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This poem is about my fishing trips at Lake of the Woods in Ontario Canada.