FRONT PORCH FISHING

Spring Fling Contest

By Deb Buschman 150 words

I find a stick and peel the bark.

Nice and smooth the perfect start.

A piece of string that’s strong and true.

Now for a hook, this clip will do.

A bucket, a net and camera in hand.

Up the stairs I go.

What will I land?

I wait and wait and wait some more.

Peer over the port side, where’s the shore?

I’ve drifted far and make a wish.

Oh please, oh please let me catch a fish.

A wiggle.

A jerk.

A pull.

IT’S ON!

I tug and tug and tug then…

GONE!

I grab more bait.

I can’t give up.

I just need a little luck.

I cast it far and let it bob.

I feel it tighten.

I won’t be robbed.

I reel it slow.

It’s a big one, I know.

WHOOSH!

Splat!

It flops on the deck.

I take a picture, then…

throw it back.