A Fisherman's Day
strong, the journey's end.
For time seems long,
seasoned and weary I still stand.
for a glimpse of land.
A Fisherman’s life, not easy,
by most a true craft earned.
for the storm to pass thru.
As waves pound My Lady,
we still sail true.
from the northeastern witch.
But steady on thru, we sail proud,
with all in a stitch.
and others play.
But in a Fisherman’s life,
it's all in a day.
