A little boy has time to dream
Where ripples swirl and flow...
Where water glistens crystal clear
Down at the fishing hole.

Time to gaze into the depths
And watch the languid line ;
To wait with all expextancy
For a nibble or a sign.

Time to hear the woodland songs,
A blue Jay's rasping  call ;
Time to see a leaf boat twirl
Spill over a waterfall.

Time to watch the water bugs
That dart and smoothly glide ;
Time to pet and nestle close
The shaggy dog at his side.

Time to watch the willows sway,
Their leaves quiver and dance;
Time to linger in their shade,
Lost in his quiet trance.

A little boy has time to weave
New dreams of sweet delight...
Until that instant of surprise
When a fish decides to bite !

~Joy Belle Burgess