Jimmy D. Moore, fishing poetry

“ME AND TROUT”

If a trout bites my hook when I don’t look,

How come he don’t when I do?

Maybe he’s an ornery dude and

Can’t stand a fisherman who’s rude

And takes me for a fool

A fool I may be, but ornery I ain’t

And my friends will tell you so.

I’m a fun loving guy although I’m quite shy,

But all my friends think I’m too bold.

The longer I fish, the smarter the trout,

But I become more stupid without a doubt.

I’ve read all the books, be that as it may,

I’ll break a hook and not even look

Till it’s much too late in the day.

I sit on the bank as my beer goes rank,

And I figure it’s time to go.

I cuss my bad luck as I look for my truck

And wonder if I’m getting too old.

I think to myself, “Old trouts must have sense”

As I inwardly wince and store my gear and pole.

I’ve caught not a thing, but I can still sing

Cause fishing has replenished my soul.

Jimmy D. Moore

Woodway, Texas