Wish i could still fish w/ Pop.

[eman]

***Happy Father's Day**Heaven’s Fishing Hole
by Jill Eisnaugle

For years, the riverbank was where
Your soul felt most at peace
Your heart was most content when there
With the fish and the geese
But then, your spirit came to rest
Where angels chose to roam
And once equipped with ten pound test
You made yourself at home.

The sky became your deep blue sea
The clouds became your shore
And there, for all eternity
You sat with friends galore
Each angel was a fisherman
Who had traded his pole
For golden wings and a game plan
At Heaven’s Fishing Hole.

The tales you told about each catch
Its stature and its girth
Will live in memories unmatched
As days pass here on earth
Until we meet again, one day
Upon God’s golden sand
We’ll picture you, no other way
Than with a pole in hand.

Happy Dad's day Pop! I miss fishing w/ you!!! RIP.

[Reel Aquaholic]

Thanks for posting that. I'm a fortunate that I am still able to fish with my dad. I enjoy every minute we spend together on the water. I can't imagine how fishing would be without him.

[Garfish]

Originally Posted by eman

***Happy Father's Day**Heaven’s Fishing Hole
by Jill Eisnaugle

For years, the riverbank was where
Your soul felt most at peace
Your heart was most content when there
With the fish and the geese
But then, your spirit came to rest
Where angels chose to roam
And once equipped with ten pound test
You made yourself at home.

The sky became your deep blue sea
The clouds became your shore
And there, for all eternity
You sat with friends galore
Each angel was a fisherman
Who had traded his pole
For golden wings and a game plan
At Heaven’s Fishing Hole.

The tales you told about each catch
Its stature and its girth
Will live in memories unmatched
As days pass here on earth
Until we meet again, one day
Upon God’s golden sand
We’ll picture you, no other way
Than with a pole in hand.

Happy Dad's day Pop! I miss fishing w/ you!!! RIP.

X2!
Know how you feel Bob. That poem reminds me of my Dad and Paw paws