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Their spartan populous withdrawn by storm and tide,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 ~~

The Schooner

Gentle waves caress the hull,

As a lover to it’s mate,

Soft undulations fostering a grand dream.

Gulls sound their lullaby,

Urging on this docile behemoth,

Fashioned of wood and pitch.

Sun warming the salt bleached deck,

Whilst beams reflect off whitecaps crest,

Blinding as diamonds are beautiful.

Cool breezes buffet weather worn sails,

Placidly rolling port and starboard,

Slicing onward through gulf born swell.

Spar raised skyward,

Touching heaven with square sail unfurled,

Carried by the breath of angels.

Acrid spray stings,

Overpowering the bulkhead in swarms,

Showering planks with briny ice.

Days last glow cast shadow approaches,

Salt sea air begs sailors slumber,

Beckoning twilight to take the helm.

Timber creaks with waves touch tender,

As starlight hails sunsets mate,

The moon assumes this maidens master.

What ports ahead in waters uncharted,

Daybreak’s charge determines the way,

To stern bid farewell the fore she must go.