Summer Fun
In the early morning dark
Before the sun awakens the sky.
Adventure begins to unfold
Father takes his daughters crabbing.
To the boatyard we go
And hop into a rented rowboat,
The bushel basket between us.
Our chore is tying smelly chicken necks
With leaded weights to string
The line is cast overboard
We wait for the tug of prey
A crab! A crab Excitement breaks the silence
Slowly we bring the line to surface,
A greedy crab appears devouring bait.
We grab a net
It is a signal to be sharp, dip swiftly
To capture the elusive treasure,
Plop him into the basket.
Don’t miss the mark
If aim is bad, fun begins.
When snapping claws declare freedom
Bare feet and fingers beware!
Sun beats down
Determination fills the air.
Happily the sunburned, weary band
Declares success,
Journey home –a prize catch in hand
A brimming, bushel basket of squirming crabs.
Lil Caplins`05
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