Fishing

Crisp air,
With a salty breeze..
Blue water,
Far as the eyes can see..
 
Sitting on the dock,
Fishing pole in my hand..
Baiting my hook,
Casting away from land.
 
Waiting for the bobber,
To take a few dives..
Then suddenly it sinks,
I've got a bite!
 
Now all I have to do is reel,
Get him to the cooler..
Adrenaline takes over,
But the fish just out maneuvered,
           me..
 
Damn!,
I thought that I had him,
But he got away..
Yet,
That doesn't ever stop me,
    From trying again..
 
So if you need me,
  I won't be around..
Ill be out fishing,
Away from this town.