The sun; it goes down brassy.
The birds are getting still.

The jitterbug is poppin' ; waiting on the thrill.

The lake is like a mirror. Near nestled is the loon;
The days: They sure are shorter. Not like they were in June.

The lure is all that's moving
on the rippled sheet of glass

The thrill now! There's not much finer than than to hook a Jumping'
Bass!

Love it OTH!

Nice one! Thanks for sharing!