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It was a magical spring I saw

The road were dry the trails still raw

I could see the birds flapping their wings

The jay birds just starts to sing

And so I head up that windy trail

The new summer breeze I love that smell

Deer just walking ever so slow

The blackbirds just start to crow

I have a fishing pole and no care

Just keep on trucking all I can do is stare

I just look onto the river bed

just thinking of what my friend had said

"Keep it on the edge a far

The fish their as big as a car"

So i lay my bag on down

I just flop onto the ground

Running my line out through the waves

My heart a pounds fish I crave

The first cast of the season

Skipping work I did it for this reason

I just sit there on that rock

I feel a tug and my pole starts to knock

I start to reel on in to see

If only a biggie it could be

The fight is what i thrive for

I want it ever so more

And finally he comes on in

I string him up and start again

As the day winds to night

My family sits by the campfire light

We exchange our stories away

For tomorrow is another day.....