Fishing Days
By Jozy A
Published 7 July 2022
The blue river gently splash on the bank
A father and son get ready to start
The son swings the fishing rod in the air
The hook and line fly and softly plop in the water
The son awaits for a fish to come
A slight tug on the rod and son begins to reel the line
An eruption of splashes breaks the sea’s surface
The fish goes through the sky
It then flops into the father's arms
Scales of the fish glisten in the sunshine
The sun goes down to rest as the moon rises
All that’s left is a crackling fire
The fish cooks above the flame
People of different cultures sit to eat
They bond over the shared meal