Bytes and Bass Fishing

In a small town basement, screens glow bright. Frank's fingers fly on keys through the night

Coding dreams while the crickets sing to a melody his heart will bring

Morning sun wakes the sleepy lake. Tackle, box, and pull, he's ready to take

Casting lines where the water's wide. Breaking waves, feeling alive inside

From bytes to base, Frank finds his way. Balancing work with the break of day

In the heart of these contrasting oxbows, true passion in his soul just grows. Just grows

Coffee steam curls on early morn. As the rooster crows, a new day's born

Bits and bytes in the office glare. Then the peace of the river without a care

Wade in boots or buttoned shirt, both hold him steady through joys and hurt

Date of dreams and fishtails told to loves of his heart to have and hold