I wish sometimes I could grab a pole
And head on down to a fishing hole
With nothing more than wire and rod
And leafy path that’s been well trod
That leads to places fresh and clean
A bit of world that’s still serene
I’d venture through the brush and thicket
Searching for the worm and cricket
Anything to catch my fish
To later be a tasty dish
I’m old enough to remember when
I could escape to shaded glen
It harkens back to simpler times
When Mother Earth was in her prime
We could kick back at the pond
Anguished not by woes beyond
Now we’re never on our own
We can’t detach from screen or phone
It’s hard to find that peace and rest
We need respite from daily stress
My hope for us is that we find
If not in body than in mind
A place that brings calm to our soul
Like dozing by that fishing hole…