Thought I would share. Found this in my mothers stuff from the 1950s. Dont know the author.With fishpoles and lunches they drove awayMy little son and his father, todayI watched through a rainbow of happy tears,Saw life unfold with the vista of years,No boy could ever turn out badWhos studied life with a fisherman dad.A vision of all the American boysWhod known with their dads, a fishermans joysCame crowding my mind. Why, souls once so freeTo dictator never could bow their knee!Theyve traded their rods for knapsacks and gunsAmericas army of fishermens sons.Theyre fighting for more than their lives, it seems,Theyre fighting for Boyhoods freedom and dreamsThat sons left at home and sons yet unbornMay still whip the streams in the dew of the morn.Dear Friend of the Fishers of Galilee,Help us keep Americas trout streams free.Insert lake and bass where appropriate…..Take a kid fishing
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