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Thoughts of the Fisherman

Thoughts of the Fisherman

by: Guildford Windley

Thoughts of the Fisherman
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Tis morning first light
As we make way through the swells
The boat is rocking as the water breaks over the bow
As the morning lights up, one can see it’s a cold gray day
The clouds fill the sky with patches of sun rays
As we head passed the straits, the open water awaits
On both sides of the boat, were escorted to the sea
By frolicking harbor porpoises as happy as can be
Breaking the water then diving back underneath
While riding the wake that of the bow as we cut through the sea
Overhead the gulls fly, squawking and chirping
All the while searching for that morning meal
As we round the point, one can see off to lee of the boat
The jagged cliffs that jut out of the water
On this lonely stretch of earth sits the guardian of the harbor
An edifice of man, she stands two hundred feet into the air
An off white tower that beams light out into the sea
A sentinel in our ongoing battle with the forces of nature
She is a blessing, to the eyes of those who venture from the harbor out into the sea
She stands tall above a few small building on the rugged cliffs, a lonely place to be
But to the sailors that plow the open seas, she is a welcome sight
For she brings safe passage to the sanctuary of the harbor
As for me
I turn the helm to port
The sun is rising in the sky, as we plow our way to the fishing grounds
A good catch could make us rich
Well, at least for a day!
Guildford H Windley
May 5, 2019

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I love the vivid imagery and minute details of this poem. Makes me want to go fishing.