A Teacher’s Summer Cast
Before the school bells called us back,
We ventured forth, our gear to pack.
With storms a-brewing, skies of gray,
The Flying Connie led the way.
Captain Nick, our fearless guide,
Tamed the ocean, turned the tide.
With rods in hand, we cast with glee,
And caught our laughter on the sea.
A Barbie pole, oh what a sight,
Reeled in a catch—it felt just right!
Stripers, blues, and jokes to share,
The salty breeze erased all care.
Our last hurrah before the fall,
With friends and fish, we had it all.
So here’s to summer’s fleeting glow,
And casting joy before we go!
Maryann Lindquist
ReplyDeleteJust noticed the play on the word "cast" as I write this, lol! Love the poem, the experience, and the great photo!
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