Lines from a Boat House

First day of Autumn, belatedly blessed with Summer sun

Four friends together for belated fishing fun
Confessions, in a boat made
Peals of laughter and jokes replayed.

Late to bed, early to rise

And to mist covered Coniston in search of a prize
Lines baited, we waited…and waited.
Alleviating tedium and temptation to bore
Three friends converse by the shore

But what of friend the fourth, the missing lad?

He floats in his boat, there’s fish to be had!
The morning wears on, but no fish for this bunch
To the pub to regroup (and to lunch).

Unseasonal sun sends the quarry to sleep

Frustrated, one of the four wades in, knee deep.
To hope was said a premature good bye
Because, look at this! A perch on the fly!

Confidence restored, no longer bored

From their task they do not slacken
They cast and recast and dream of the Kracken.

Behind the hills the sun slips away

Shadows fall on a fruitless day
Maniacal minnows speckle the water
Fleeing from predators, just like they oughta.

From the boating angler, a soupcon of success

No such luck from the shore where they tidy their mess.
So to the pub, to review and a final post-mortem
To discuss the ways they should’ve caught ‘em.