Four Seasons on Lake Champlain (Poem)

Spring welcomes the waves.

As bass and pike move into the shallows to spawn,

A lone goose has been honking since the early dawn.

The rivers are high and worms can fly,

Straight into the mouths of awaiting walleye.

Summer brings the boats.

With massive hulls and roaring motors,

The lake is too rough for the average motor.

The summer sun is boiling hot,

A string of boats marks a popular swimming spot.

Fall cools the water,

The migrating ducks couldn't get any smarter.

By avoiding duck decoys and calls,

They'll make it down south without any trouble at all.

Winter awakens the ice angler.

The lake is frozen, stiff as a rock,

Secretive panfish anglers never want to talk.

Tip-ups are spread from shore to shore,

An auger comes to life with a resounding roar.