A Fisherman's Prayer

Dear Lord,

When I die please take my soul;

no fancy casket, just dig a deep hole;

In my left hand my tackle box, in my right hand my pole.

Let it have braided line and a big ole' hook,

cuz in heaven, I still hope to catch a big ole' snook.

Maybe I could even have some string and a stick;

with a thigh from a chicken, it just might do the trick.

For with these treasures I just might grab,

my favorite, the sweetest, the wonderful blue crab.

If this isn't possible then maybe I could have a patch of soft sand;

covered with ocean water so I can dig with my hand.

I love to cook and I make a mean honey ham,

nut nothing compares to a fresh dug clam.

OH!! And dear Lord, I almost forgot!

Please let me harvest some oysters.

Yes.....I know........They taste just like snot.

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