Some, Some, Summertime

I remember
Fishing pole swinging
Walking the
Winding trail to the
Creek
Sliding down the
Steep hill
Muddy
Summertime thrill
Digging for worms
and crickets
For bait
Long arc of the line
Sitting
Watching
The wait

We never caught any fish
But we felt so
Accomplished
Climbing the steep hill
Telling our whale
Of a
Fishing tale
Laughing
Exhausted exaltation.