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1 Window Seat

2 Old Babe
3. The Hustle
4 The Reaper Denied
5 The Saga of Margie and Tim
6 Old Friends
7 First Fish With Gramps
8 The Salesman
9 A Special Christmas

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Sample 7:

First Fish With Gramps 

by Mark Stellinga
Source:
Phonetical Imagery (2005) , #61


I didn't even know about the trip we were
to make. 
It was the first adventure that old Gramps and
I would take. 
I can't forget the way it felt when I first saw
"the lake"!  

The sunrise made the water seem a blinding
sheet of brass.  
"My boy", said Gramps, "today we're gonna catch
ourselves some bass!" 
then headed for the boat with 2 old rods,
some bait, and gas.  

He yanked the old boat motor, then through off
the weathered rope. 
I asked, "Hey Gramps, want me to drive?"
He smiled and chuckled, "Nope! 
Well, maybe once we're out a ways."
My heart went wild with hope!

Whenever Gramps said, "maybe",
I would usually get my wish, 
And as we felt the morning breeze, so soft,
so clean, so fresh,  
I said a secret prayer that we would catch
"a ton of fish!" 

A good ways out at last he asked me,
"Son, you wanna steer?"  
I climbed up on his lap and he could sense
a trace of fear. 
He hugged me close to strengthen me,
his love was very clear.  

There's nothin'  to it, young man, just take 'er
nice and slow, 
You see that old dead tree right there,
that's where we wanna go!"  
There are so many reasons why I loved my
Grandpa so.  

He helped me cast a line in, then he said,
"Be very still, 
Remember there's no hurry, boy,
we've got all day to kill, 
You're here to catch a big old fish,  
I promise you, you
WILL!"

I sat there like a statue, and he whispered soft to
me, 
"You're gonna catch a BIG one, you just wait and
see!" 
And to this day there's no place in the world I'd rather
be. 

It wasn't long before that shiny bobber starts to
dance, 
At first it sort of hypnotized me, I was in a trance, 
Then Gramps, he hollers, "
Yank 'er son!"
I knew this was my chance. 

The bobber dove down in the lake, my heart was
pounding fast. 
The fight was on and I just prayed that,  
somehow, I could last. 
Gramps slid near to help and said,
You
sure know where to cast!  

Now careful, son, if he's too big
the boat just might upset!" 
Then warmly chuckled,  
"He's a big one.... better use the net! 
Holy cow, now that might be the best we ever get!"

I just could not believe my eyes,  
the fish was
REALLY BIG
"If you can land a fish like
THIS", Gramps said,
"then I will dig 
my very finest lure out of the box,
my "lucky jig!" 

Now Grandpa's "lucky jig" was one that he would
never loan! 
He always said, "This here's the very best jig
that I own!" 
And I am still the only one that I have ever known  

Who got to use his "lucky jig", that was a special
day. 
And now it's mine, and it gets used, and in the
same old way, 
'Cause I remember Grandpa's words, "This jig
aint for display! 

It's meant for fishin', don't forget, it?s meant for
havin' fun, 
And if it's still around when your old Grampas'
fishin's done, 
Then it will go to you because I love you so, my
son."   

We sat beneath that tree for hours, it was his
favorite nook. 
That was where he taught me how to tie and
bait a hook. 
It never mattered what we caught, or just how long
it took. 

I always throw a line there, it's still my favorite
place. 
I pray all folks with "little ones" can slip out of
"the race" 
and get the chance to see the look that Gramps
saw on my face.  

Today, what seemed a lake, is but a pond,
so very small. 
I s'pect that "
monster fish"
I caught was not so big at all! 
But
that first fish with Gramps
is still my favorite to recall.      
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