Chores done, escaped the slog
strapping my rod and tickle tackle
on the banana seat of my bike.
Free and speeding spewing gravel
from the dried-up driveway.
Fergusson Lake bound
for its stream outlet and trout.
The trickling brook is shallow
not bracken, just lively.
Shrubs and bushes tangle on the bank
snares for my casting hook.
Why does luck have to be fickle?
For one but not the other.
Sadly, the trees saw more of my bait
then those tricky trout escaping, swimming downstream.
Being skunked, resigned with no catch this day.
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Anita Dotts
During her free time, Anita enjoys writing stories for her grandchildren as well as kayaking, swimming, and golfing. She lives in Harrison Hot Springs, British Columbia, with her spouse. She enjoys writing poetry.
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