There was a man who love to catch it fish
with only a string with a hook attach to it end.
He often sit beside with his rusted bucket and
would sit on the ice for hours, whenever the fish
leaps out of water it was a sight to be remember
Every time he went back to the village he always carry
an empty bucket, the villager often joke to the man saying
the reason he always come home empty handed it
because he love to eat his fish raw.
The man didn't mind what the villager were thinking,
cause he can't find a word to describe the feeling beyond joy.
© By Hung Lin 2008