I have a picture of my grandpa on a shelf of my bookcase. Any photographer would look at it and say it was either underexposed for seeing him or over exposed for a silhouette. But it is one of my favorite pictures of him. It has a air of mystery to it that I love. And it puts him there by a lake in his ball cap (he always wore one fishing) looking at the horizon. I believe that picture inspired me the day I wrote this back in 2017, originally published here. Today I share if for FFF.
On The Lake
He was an avid fisherman
Would cast out his line
And be off in another world
Lost in the peace of the day
Soaking up the sun
Admiring the view
Living in the moment
Focused only on the rod
Waiting for that first slight bend
Hoping to catch the big one
I have to believe
He is still out on a lake
Catching one after another
At the whim of the wind
Wearing the wings of an angel
Leigha Robbins 
A lovely tribute to your grandpa.
Thank you Sadje!
You’re welcome 😉
Love it!
I am glad you enjoyed it!
Lovely poem.
Thank you. Glad you stopped by!