Sea Fishing Off the Jetty
Out on the jetty, men froze -
All in the game of casting rods
Midnight laughed, chose another
Wave to throw upon the mortals
So they turned up the Tilley lamp -
Warmed up hope and gave comfort
The blue-black clouds, overweight
With snow and gloom, dumped their icy guts
Gales ripped, night ghouls howled, and
Banshees wailed from stinging snow
But Man's WWII tenacity stood up hard
In granite block - Man must show manliness,
Beat the wretchedness of Nature's raw power,
Take home the catch - the worthy catch -
Raison d'être; tell His women of the perils endured
The essence of sea fishing purred.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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