Response to Billy Collins about fishing

Today's challenge at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads was posted by a lovely toad named Lola Mouse, who introduced the deceptively simple poems former US poet laureate Billy Collins writes about everyday life, with a twist.
Collins wants students of poetry to "take a poem and hold it up to the light" but finds, instead, "all they want to do is tie the poem to a chair with rope and torture a confession out of it"!

Public Domain photo, Rainbow Trout

In tutoring myself about Billy Collins today, I found a poem I, as a daughter of the late outdoor writer Gordon Davies, could relate to. Take a look at the link, then read my response, below.

To Mr. Collins
Sir:

If I ever get to the Susquehanna

I might fish there,

Public Domain photo, Rainbow Trout

as fishing is in my blood.

It was a pleasure

shared with me by my father

and my mother:

Standing knee deep in water

and tossing a

worm-ended line.

For minutes or hours there

under the sun

in a broad-brimmed hat.

Hoping to feel the tug on the line

that meant a trout had seen

and met my worm.

With no tug on the line

and no trout with the tug

then I’d just spent an afternoon

drowning worms

with my father

and my mother,

as we did, years before they died.

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