The Fisherman

We can hear the motor

before we can see the boat

 

then it appears around the point

 

a hundred seagulls lead the way

 

we run from the cabin

 

and down to the dock

 

the dog runs ahead and barks

 

the fish boat is returning at last

 

the fisherman is in his oiler

 

he unloads the crates of fish

 

it’s time to scrub the boat

 

and then to wash down the dock

 

its hours of cleaning fish in the fish shack

 

and then loading up the boat again

 

we head for town with our cargo

 

and return empty home that night

 

the oil lanterns are lit in the cabin

 

we sit around the table and play cards

 

the loons sing across the waters

 

to their lullaby we fall asleep

 

before the sun has risen, the fisherman awakes

 

he packs his gear to get ready for another day

 

and then from our beds we hear the motor of the fish boat

 

as it chugs off to meet the seagulls

 

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