my grandfather
Down to the docks, the old salts go
Gear in hand, waiting to stow
With creased and weather worn face
Off to a familiar but far away place
Heaving the lines, raising up the sail
Off they will go, long as the wind doesn't fail
The ocean it calls, the waves to fight, fish to get
They've been lucky this year, haven’t lost a man yet.
They hold the ocean in quiet respect, and they take care
Seen sights that only you could, if you also went there
Watching the whales, and dolphins, swimming with a grace
Even now, it brings looks of awe and smiles to their face.
Finally arriving, the dories go out for the day
The swell is large, the dories do sway
The lines are all set, with bait from their store
Wind dying down, who could ask for anything more.
Now they lead out the trawl lines, baited and hooked
The bouys were untied, thank goodness someone looked.
Starting over, taking care that all is right
They will be on the water all day until night.
The catch is now hauled to the box in their boat
It has been a good haul, to their mates they can gloat
Back onboard the mother ship now for a snack
Grab some rest, tomorrow they have to go back.
*The first pic in this post is of my grandfather on the deck of BluenoseII in 1963. He was a rigger, and did most of the rigging on her. He also placed a silver dollar under her mast, it was for good luck. *
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