I Am a Fisherman
While driving through Montana on my way to Nashville, I looked to my left to see a lone fisherman standing in a river — it seemed obvious that the man was exactly where he wanted to be. As my wheels turned toward the east, I realized I could relate:
I am a fisherman;
Not in the sense
That I stand at the shoreline in sport,
But in the way I cast my words.
For you see,
If and when they bite,
Why, nothing on God’s green earth
Is more fulfilling.
I am a Fisherman
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