The bell sounds;
fifth grade comes to an end.
The first day of summer-
The air warm, the sun bright.

Friends come over to play.
Football, basketball, and soccer.
Jump in the pools to tolerate the intense heat,
atop the street with a sign, “Lemonade-25 cents!”
Day after day.

Boredom creeps into my life;
summer days offer less and less.
Something new, a new hobby, a new activity,
Something needed to arise.

A beautiful, ten foot, green canoe was that something.
Two fishing poles, a tackle box, and multi-colored baits;
excitement rushes throughout my body.

Before I knew it, I found myself paddling viciously around the lake.











The light breeze blows the lilies up slightly;






the sun causes the water to glisten,
as if someone had sprinkled sparkles across the surface

The first cast is made.
“Splash!” The worm lands twenty feet out.







My eyes lock on the red and white sphere.
Up,
down,
I notice every movement.

The sphere plunges out of sight
Resistance grows,
The pole forms an arch
Fifteen feet, ten feet, five feet
Emotions rise simultaneously
Anticipation, stimulation, pride.

The line in.
Hook out.
A pair of underwear.