Fisherman

There Is a thought, somewhere in your brains, it never rains nearly in the spotless Laky river, one time she carried her cooler filled with beer, not any type of the best beers in the neighborhood, he has one biggest boat to sail, the sky is so clear and blue, one smallest wind carries on, preheated sunlight was on the other side, it might slide a bit long, he plugged his radio music, to listen on beat song, a slightly strong words coming thoroughly in tow, the man who has a notebook to write on, seemingly some heavy poetry words in his own unbeatable heart and soul himself alone, he loves to think about the one he cares for, the woman was on this boat, she wears a colorful pinkish coat, she wrote some romantic words too, he has a southern smile, she has a sweetest kind smile from the Eastern Bay area herself, they've become fisherman ever lived beforehand

Written by
Michael James Brindley
3-2-19