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.