My line casts over the water, in a dance, like a song,
so gently breaks the surface, I am where I belong.
As breathing comes so effortless, my spirit in tune,
with the smell of the water and nature's sweet perfume.
Standing at the waters edge, is where I want to be,
snagging the fish doesn't matter, not very much to me.
Until I feel that little tug pulling at my line,
then the finest sport, no longer is sublime.
My breath starts to quicken, my heart beat too,
precision is important now, in all that I do.
A fisher woman that's what I am, and think I'll always be,
Take me to the water, and fish a bit with me!

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