| Next Time Sitting in the boat Learning how to fish Baiting my hook and Casting my line Under his cautious supervison Trying to learn patience Never really doing so. "How will you catch a fish?" he would ask. "If you don't leave your line in the water." I would return my line to the rivers depth Then we would talk about anything and everything He would say, "you have a bite." I would excitedly pick up my pole Ready to reel in my fish He would say, "wait Sam, not yet" Standing beside me in the boat... Saying, "wait...wait" "Now!" he'd say. I'd pull and reel with all my might Seeing the line pull tight Reeling in my prize. Pulling my fish to the boat. Ready to dip it up Getting closer... Dip net in hand I'm so excited Then I see my prize A big old snapping turtle Dropping the net and pole into the water Screaming out Over the sound of his laughter and him saying "Next time Sam. There's always a next time." |