WE'RE HERE

We're Here, you're there,
And the catch is in between.
The dories out, the lines are set,
The Banks an idyllic scene.

The schooners bob on a rolling sea,
Sails drying in the sun.
Callous fingers baiting hooks,
An occasional ship's bell rung,

Dories loaded down with fish,
Bring home the treasured cod.
Fishermen seek a peaceful rest,
Sailing close to the hand of God.

Returning home, the fleet sails in,
To Lunenburg and Gloucester too.
Following seas and gentle winds,
A safe return for all the crew.

Ian Adrian Millar