Memories of Gold - poem
by- Patsy Jo Reed Sircy
My DADDY gave me a little GOLD hook, to FISH with luck,
It was tiny, insignificant, didn't even cost a buck;
So many more important items are long since gone,
But I still have my lucky fishhook, TREASURE brought along !
Just to get to FISH with DADDY is the funnest time I know,
Nothing seems so great as hearing, "Going FISHing, can you go?";
I caught the bug as just a baby, I ain't never seen a cure,
I ain't looking, I ain't searching, just trying to endure !
Grab your pole, the pressure's rising, always living on the edge,
Storm's a coming, short-term refuge, under some old bluff or ledge;
"Fishie" thinks my HOOK's a "goodie," bites to eat the shiny flash,
GOLDEN HOOK's my GOLDEN TREASURE, worth a million bucks in cash !
If you've heard the SONG my HEART sings, bait your HOOK, and come along;
I'll let you touch my LUCKY fishhook, your HEART can learn the Golden Song!!
11 APRIL 1998
IMO my dad, Lester G. REED