For years, the riverbank was where Your soul felt most at peace Your heart was most content when there With the fish and the geese But then, your spirit came to rest Where angels chose to roam And once equipped with ten pound test You made yourself at home. The sky became your deep blue sea The clouds became your shore And there, for all eternity You sat with friends galore Each angel was a fisherman Who had traded his pole For golden wings and a game plan At Heaven’s Fishing Hole. The tales you told about each catch Its stature and its girth Will live in memories unmatched As days pass here on earth Until we meet again, one day Upon God’s golden sand We’ll picture you, no other way Than with a pole in hand.