Haiku by RL Brown
Let’s go to the pond. Fairytale fishing is best- when Gramps comes along. No buckets, no boats, And no carrying large totes. Just Grandpa and me. A pole in each hand Grasshoppers by the pond bank Gramps catches our bait. A nibble, a tug- A fisherman feels the line- Waits to jerk the hook. A flip-flopping, splash Reeling in a big fat bass. Little ones go free.