Adventures at Roberta Lake

(who says life ain’t funny?)

The funny light was rising

just over the Kettle Range.

Marveling at the morning

like it was prearranged.

With bait, rods and reels

we trudge down the lake.

Looked to be the day to catch

a whopping big fish cake.

Friends they were a plunking

along that sandy shore.

This gal she stepped a few feet

to look and to explore.

She threw her line way out

and she settled in for fun.

Behind her back the whopper hit,

and put her on the run.

Her pole flew through the air;

no her legs could not compare.

If flew so fast and out of hand

went swimming without care.

The gal she started praying

as it sank down to the deep.

But up jumps Pard

with his quickest country leap.

Expertise was all was needed

to aid this damsel in distress,

A fishing lure and gentle hand

yes the gal is once more blessed.

The rod is safe in hand and

a sweet memory for another time,

Yes A funny little morning

to put right into rhyme.

Linda LaRae Adsitt

copyright1999