A WOMAN’S PACE
While fishing on the bank’s of Reed Creek,
Watching the cloud’s playing hide and seek.
All the trees were dressed in their summer flare,
Not knowing the time of day, so not wanting to care.
It was like the fish already knew.
I was there to catch a fish or two.
Then down went my line, clean out of sight,
As this fish put up a big fight.
And I was taking the fish off the hook,
I was thinking this is a job for a man, not a cook.
While flopping and slipping in my hand,
I realized I had to yell for my man.
So as this fishing story ends.
A woman can still have many trends.
Without upsetting a man’s place,
She can keep with-in an even PACE.
BY : LOUISE V. JONES©