Fishing

Logan casts his line into the cool water

All alone by the side of the big lake

He doesn't want to hook on an otter

But hopefully bring home a fish to bake

 

Sitting all day in the scorching hot sun

Henry pays him a comforting visit

Logan was starting to not have much fun

 Although he hopes to catch his limit

 

He could catch a bass or a small bluegill

Nothing seems to want to take a bite

Catching these fish takes a whole lot of skill

It seems like Logan will be here all night

 

He feels the pull on the end of the line

That fish that he caught he can call all mine