Tom Doll
Rods and reels, lines and tackle,
Boats, motors and tents,
All matters in hand, competitors we are.
The proud bass man and the old salt from Cortez,
The whiff of the worm man and the flasher chasing salmon,
The troller, the bobber, and the compleat angler.
The search begins for the elusive crappie,
An unlikely fish for the masters of their art
Who contrive their own method To outdo their opponents’ chart.
Up and down the darkening waves,
Drifters and trollers are checking all bays,
Bobbers, casters and baiters setting their hooks
As one should do whenever there is a duel.
The performance was magnificent
Each held his own during the days of hue
Bonded together in the pursuit of the helpless prey
In the canyon waters so blue.