A Fish in the Net

The fish swimming around the pond,A peaceful scene that I respond.I took a small net pocket in hand,And waded into the water so grand.With careful steps and gentle touch,I cast my net and caught as such,A little fish that leapt and played,Within my net, it gently swayed.The thrill of the catch, I recall,A childhood memory, forever tall.The joy of fishing, a pastime so sweet,A memory that I'll always keep.As I release the fish back to the pond,I reminisce of days long gone.Of simpler times and carefree days,When catching fish was how I played.And though time has moved along,That memory remains forever strong.A reminder of the joys in life,That come with patience and a little strife.