06/04/2025
CHASING THE BOUNTY OF THE SEA
The dawn breaks grey, a whispered sigh,
The nets are coiled, beneath the sky.
A weathered hand, a knowing gaze,
The fisherman begins his days.
The wooden boat, a faithful friend,
Where sea and labor intertwine and blend.
With creaking oars, he pushes free,
To chase the bounty of the sea.
The salty spray, a stinging kiss,
The ocean's breath, a vast abyss.
The rhythmic pull, the steady hand,
A silent dance, upon the sand.
The nets descend, a woven snare,
To gather treasures, hidden there.
A patient wait, a hopeful plea,
For silver scales, from depths of sea.
The sun climbs high, a burning gold,
The stories of the sea, unfold.
Of ancient currents, strong and deep,
Where secrets of the ocean sleep.
The seagulls cry, a hungry sound,
As circling high, they look around.
For scraps of catch, a fleeting prize,
Reflected in the fisherman's eyes.
The heavy nets, begin to rise,
A shimmering catch, before his eyes.
The silver flash, a vibrant gleam,
A fisherman's fulfilled, hopeful dream.
The scales reflect, the light's embrace,
A moment's beauty, time and space.
The work is hard, the days are long,
But nature's rhythm, makes him strong.
The waves they roll, a constant sway,
The ocean's music, all the day.
A lonely life, but filled with grace,
A timeless rhythm, he does embrace.
The midday heat, a heavy cloak,
The fisherman's brow, with sweat is soaked.
He mends his nets, with careful art,
A practiced skill, within his heart.
The distant shores, a hazy line,
Where land and water intertwine.
He thinks of home, and family's call,
While ocean's waves, rise and fall.
The changing tides, a constant flow,
Where hidden currents, come and go.
He reads the signs, with knowing eye,
The language of the sea, nearby.
The sudden squall, a darkening sky,
The wind's sharp cry, as gulls fly by.
He braces hard, against the storm,
A seasoned sailor, safe from harm.
The boat it rocks, with every wave,
A battle fought, the sea to save.
His strength and skill, a vital need,
To navigate, with steady speed.
The storm subsides, the clouds depart,
A rainbow's arc, a work of art.
The ocean calms, a gentle sigh,
Beneath the evening's painted sky.
The golden sunset, paints the west,
A moment's peace, a welcome rest.
The fisherman's soul, begins to mend,
As day's long journey, finds its end.
The nets are full, the work is done,
The homeward journey, has begun.
With weary arms, and grateful heart,
He plays his solitary part.
The distant lights, begin to gleam,
A welcome sight, a hopeful dream.
Of warm embrace, and loving hand,
Upon the shores, of his own land.
The harbor's calm, a gentle sway,
Where fishing boats, at anchor lay.
He ties his craft, with practiced ease,
And finds a moment's, inner peace.
The market's hum, a vibrant sound,
Where fresh caught fish, are all around.
The fisherman's catch, a treasured yield,
A story from the ocean field.
The bartering cries, a lively scene,
Where daily bread, is bought and seen.
He sells his wares, with honest pride,
The fruits of labor, deep inside.
The coins exchanged, a hard earned wage,
A recompense, upon life's stage.
For hours of toil, and risks he's known,
A harvest that, he's solely sown.
The evening falls, a gentle hue,
The fisherman's day, is nearly through.
He walks the path, towards his small home,
Where loving hearts, have always roamed.
The lamp's soft glow, a welcome light,
That guides him through, the fading night.
The smell of food, a warming scent,
A day's hard labor, fully spent.
The children's smiles, a joyful sound,
Where love and laughter, can be found.
The stories told, of ocean's might,
And dangers faced, in fading light.
The simple meal, a thankful grace,
A moment shared, in this calm place.
The fisherman's heart, finds sweet release,
In family's love, and inner peace.
The weary limbs, begin to rest,
As sleep descends, a welcome guest.
He dreams of tides, and ocean's call,
And future journeys, one and all.
The moon climbs high, a silver gleam,
Reflecting on, the ocean's stream.
The fisherman sleeps, with peaceful sigh,
Beneath the vast, and starry sky.
The cycle turns, the night will cease,
And dawn will bring, a new release.
The fisherman's life, a timeless quest,
To find his peace, and do his best.
The ocean calls, a constant plea,
To find the treasures, of the sea.
And so he'll go, when morning's light,
A fisherman's journey, ever bright.
By Inspired Beggar
