A Fishing Poem

The following is a poem by Julie Emerson that I have read recently and sums up my views on fishing:

Fishing is far more than just a hobby; it becomes part of our lives,
It embeds in our hearts; ensuring our hunter’s instinct survives,
Silently beckoning and demanding our time,
Holding us captive like a fish on our line.
Inviting us to achieve our ultimate goals and desires,
Needing our attention and fuelling our fires.
Giving us equality with Lords & Sires.

Great is our passion when we are casting our lines,
And the love in our heart is hard to define.
Magnificent is our pride when we achieve our goals,
Enriching our love and feeding our souls.

Creative and varied with so many methods and skills,
Oblivious to the elements; attaining our thrills.
Adventurous and daring as wee seek out our prey,
Relaxing at home at the end of the day.
Sharing our passion and gaining new recruits, enriching our lives with our angling pursuits.

So many anglers with so many hopes and dreams.
Enriching our desires on river, lochs and streams,
Angling is a ‘way of life’ – at least, that’s how it seems.