The Fisherman

Once upon a time there was a canoe Built by a fisherman whose emotions reflected the beautiful lake, blue. He really enjoyed fishing! But the fish didn’t like being fished. He just wanted a big fish, that is all he wished. The fisherman loved the fish. He wouldn’t cast out a line or throw in a net. The fisherman would just sit there, in his canoe, until the sun set. Everyday, waiting with the same enthusiasm of a dog Who is just waiting for you to throw his miniature log. And everyday he went home with nothing to show. But how he got home I’ll never know. Because he never brought an oar, for which to row. Years went by. His love for fish diminished but that fire could never die. His love still burned as bright as the sun in the sky. However, sometimes the sun would hide. Behind the clouds, and it would rain. It would rain so hard it would flood his brain. The tempest left him bear, with not much to keep. But still he found happiness, even when the skies were bleak. And sometimes in the canoe, there were holes. Most likely created by the wood grinding against the rough shoals. He stood there like a broken lighthouse, it’s beacon grew dim. His would reveal the emotions dwelling inside of him. And everyday he went home with nothing to show. Paddling along because he had forgot how to row. In a sea of tears with tides of woe. Time had drawn upon his face with age. Now the fisherman looked like that of a sage. But he did not let time turn his body into a cage. Unlike him, his canoe began to show signs of rot. He tried as hard as he could, but it was all for not. Finally there was no fix. And he always wore short sleeves so there was no room for anymore tricks. As the canoe sank lower into the lake. It seemed like Mother Nature decided to finally give him a break. A fish jumped out of the watery blue. Right into, the fisherman’s canoe. The fisherman was stunned in a paralyzed surprise. But he grew sad as he looked into the fish’s eyes. The laid there gasping, expecting to die. But the man just picked him up, and with a sigh, Let the fish go with nothing more than a soft “good-bye” And once again he went home with nothing to show. But this time his heart was not filled with woe.