Java House

The fishing jigs are callin out my name
Flaggin me down
To venture out of my cozy bob house
To slip and slide cross the ice
This fishing scene is in my blood
Good for the old patience
More of a waiting game
I’ve needed the diversion
And today I’m feelin mighty good
I’m a player and this is a standup gig…
Meetin new people and havin a ball
As expert fishermen stare at their jugs
Waiting for orange flags to fly
With fish hooked, down the line
Sometimes they catch four or five
No one’s caring bout troubles
They’re all left behind
Me, I’m back on land now, with my vintage sign
“Hot Coffee” and a string along song
More my forte, Hearin the great big fish stories come alive
To see the gleam in a little boys eye
Brings misty tears , each time
Flags are flipping
Frozen fishermen are comin!
The only solid tips I’ve felt all day
One cup, two cups … maybe more …

Kelly S Griswold

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