The lake moved by violent wind makes us drift.
the hook gets stuck on land, my father rows faster,
as I jump off the boat, my feet start burning,
as fast as i can i free the hook and jump back in,
by the time i get back my hands are burning as well,
father says its all right, it will pass soon,
drifting down the stream I cant help but smile,
I cast the rod one last time in hoping for fish.
The hook gets stuck again and breaks,
father looks over, It cost me 75$! he says angrily.
I laugh and continue fishing, later he smiles again,
have you had a good day? - i ask him calmly.
Never had I had a better day he says as we laugh.
We notice its getting dark and cold, we decide to go back.
we get off the boat, as we walk with a smile on our faces,
I can barely hear my father when he mutters: cold fish it is.