Gift of the Sea

From Scrabster harbour we set Sea fishing we go Off Dunnett Head Dinghy in tow A few hours we sail To reach the spot To hunt our catch Check my lobster pots This Pentland firth Flowing blue and fresh With our deep sea rods Various baits, spinning meps Along the way Some pots we check Crustacean grab Lobster and dab Destination reached Our fishing ground Sounder on Fish are found Leaded up, lines straight Darrow's aplenty, strengthened trace Lines down bottom hit Watch the tip as we drift The waves deceive We think a bite Natures water Tricks us slight This beautiful day As patience allows We hear a shout From the starboard bow Wow! dad, Look at the bend on your rod Is it a dogfish or ling Or a monster cod Posture right to reel this catch Has this fisherman met his match Over an hour this marathon lasts Fish against man, sporting ask Forearms ache, back strains I reel it in, it then regains Is it tiring, or is it me This awesome creature from the sea Moments later Surface splash A wing of skate Adrenalin blast Fish aboard Tagged and weighed Released with care In its domain we played The day goes on With various catch But only the one Had met his match The evening draws With the firth so calm As we watch the sunset With a golden dram To Mother Nature we raise our glass She is indeed, such a wonderful lass