The sky is grey and overcast

Am I sad no not a chance

Breath deep and smell the ozone at last

The sea breaking as in a dance.

 

The sharp pebbles under foot,

Walking onwards to the soft sand,

Search for the place I can put,

My gear and tackle close to hand.

 

Shorts and waistcoat I put  on,

Bare feet walking into the sea,

Cast out and watch the float upon,

The grey choppy water,beach,sea and me.

 

Soon the day brightens up,

Bright blue sky the sun begins to shine,

Grab something to eat, a coffee in the cup,

Everything looks like it will be fine.

 

Soon I am off into my own place,

No thinking just totaly in a dream,

The sun beating down on my face,

At last the line starts to scream.

 

Soon it starts to run and fight,

Slowly bit by bit I reel it in to me,

I notice its late and I am losing the light,

At last its landed a big flat fishy.

Billy April 2nd 2008