My Father and his, I thank them both.
Taking me fishing nurtured my growth.
Sun up or sundown, didn’t matter to me.
The thought of going filled me with glee.
Crappie, bass, catfish, or eyes.
Catching them all made me wise.

Gramps is gone and Dad is older.
He doesn’t go much now, aches in his shoulder.
That’s ok though. I’ve learned very well.
My confidence grows, if you couldn’t tell.

Confident enough, to become the teacher.
My daughter learned, just had to find how to reach her.
Very proud was I when she caught her first fish.
And I’ll teach hers too, if I get my wish!