A Fisherman's Prayer

What price for a sunrise,
Or the morning's early mist
Like the smoke of creation
On the lake's still breast?

What price for the beauty
Reflected in a quiet lagoon,
What price for the song
Of the early bird's tune?

What price for the thrill
Of a cork pulled under,
For the hook set just right
In that fish down yonder?

What price for the joy
As the fishing pole's bent,
For the tug on the line
As your catch is reeled in?