In Father's own creativity
He thought with awe each time
His legacy was wisdom
This man was genuine.
Trout fishing was his respite
His eight he taught with pride
He was a shaman to us all
With nature at his side.
“If you borrow from this earth”, he'd say
“You always give it back
To make our world much better
Give back what our world lacks.”
He's take a Visine bottle
Spit out the contents there
Sterilize with caution
Then bottle it with air.
Our Dad was diabetic
He'd add, “Use extra care.”
He's clip off part the needle
Then glue with ease right there.
The needle atop the bottle
It's base hot glued just right
With pride he'd share this wisdom
As an earthworm caught his sight.
With long-tanned slender fingers
Then as gentle as was able
He'd pluck that worm with a gentle tug
As around it's band he'd stable.
Two fingers from our giant Dad
A man of awe and wonder
Insert the needle's eye just right
Then press the Visine bottle.
A puff of air was all he'd need
As he made his whistle pucker
The worm was placed upon a hook
A Water-winged s**er!
He'd slowly place his hands upon
His trusted fishing rod
With one swift swoosh the worm sailed out
Assured by God's own nod.
Just below the waterline
Stilled shadows darted forth
Broke foam and gulped this worm with air
The hook did not abort.
A mighty trout who'd spent his years
Making fun of man
Survival it's testimony
Until Dad showed a creative hand.
The fight was on and folks still tell
This story to their kids
About a man…a puff of air
With his “Visine Blow-up Kit.”
That trout was eaten late that night
It tasted worth it's battle
>From a man of God's own genius
A worm and a Visine bottle