fishing on the mining pond

The heavy rain

The water rises on the mining pond

It is where all the rubbish thrown in

It is where fishing men will throw in lines

When the rain stops

The cool refreshing wind

Under the droplets of water from the trees

The men will throw in fishing lines

The signs are put up

Warning the pond is out of bound

The many signs many will ignore

The enforcement will never arrive

Years ago the pond claimed lives

Catching fishes ran into deep water

The pond has a habit to claim souls

The signs are a warning many ignored it

Fishing can calm nerves

Fishing can cool down pressures

For hours the fishing men will stand

Puffing up smoke letting the time floating by