Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
BIG MO
It was in the lodge, that summer day,
That I saw the challenge,
Which would make my day.
A fish of might, a fish of choice,
A fish I knew I had to catch.
Now it was rumored, or so they say,
Big mo was the one, which got away.
And no one dared, to catch this fish,
It was the one, that ruled the lake.
But I was determined to show my pop,
That I was a chip, off his block.
He was a legend, in his day,
But I was a fisherman, made the same way.
Now this Big Mo, he was a trout,
A rainbow at that, and a sportsman's delight.
Seven pounds or better, that's what it seemed,
The day he chose, to come my way.
It wasn't an accident, or even luck,
Just a skillful choice, by a real shrewd kid.
I knew the red devil, was the one for me,
But they said it wasn't likely,
They liked the cheese.
But I knew in my heart, it was the one for me,
So I cast and cast, until I was weak in the knees.
I knew I could do it, deep down in my heart.
That's what they told me,
When they wanted me to be smart.
And sure enough he came my way,
But only just and inch or two, from my hook.
So I jumped up and down, and shouted for joy,
And told my pop, that he came all the way.
So he gave his instruction, to throw it back out.
But it didn't prove, to impress the trout.
Big Mo was gone, never to return,
But I kept on trying, again and again.
And I'll never forget that glorious time,
When my name almost became, a legend in one day.
Now I must admit, I never went back,
But the last day I went fishing,
Was one I'll never forget.