Fisherman’s Welcome

Feather floating noiseless to the sand far below,

To rest on dunes erupting in granulated waves.

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Their spartan populous withdrawn by storm and tide,

Only to reappear like immigrants in distant lands.

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Screeching cries of gulls flock shatter silence,

Angels tipped in black searching for the days next meal.

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Insatiable appetite wills winged soldiers onward,

Scavenging for fish or for crab or for worm.

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Fisherman’s friends are the dunes and the gulls,

A beacon to the nearness of home.

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The boat is a shepherd towing gulls in it’s wake,

Swooping low to put eyes on the catch.

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Port is in sight, but this does not deter,

Showing neither fear of man or of sea.

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A nod of the head and a knowing smile shared,

Eases pain from their back breaking chores.

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Loved ones await braving inclement weather,

To welcome the unsung with open arms.

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The next home-bound crews will be greeted in like,

With the dunes and the gulls as their mates.

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This is how it must be and how it always has been,

For granted these men do not take.

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

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