This Poem was Submitted By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2001-08-12 14:58:09 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Pole in Hand

It can't rain Lord Not now, not today I'm going fishing  With my dad I gathered my little pole My bucket and my worms Dad had the rest of our gear Off to the lake we went Mom and my sister came too We were going to picnic later After we caught some fish Maybe Friday nights dinner How proud I was Standing just like my dad I threw back my pole  Casting off my lure Oh no, something is wrong I'm caught, I'm caught I yelled to my dad Then I started to cry I hooked my ear My first time casting out Poor dad, his favorite lure Mom tried to get it out Dad cut the line Off to the emergency room We went, my dad and I Dad yelling "save my lure" The doctor started to laugh As he removed the lure Me, I got a tetanus shot And bandage on my ear My dad got relief For he alone Got to take home His favorite lure To this day I remember My standing by the lake Wishing I had gone Swimming instead

Copyright © August 2001 Claire H. Currier

Additional Notes:
true story, my song was five at the time. What a sight to behold.


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