Down to the Sea
He left this morning after tea and time with me.
before the early morning dawn and between sleepy yawns.
He has done this all his life and the better part of
the past thirty years his wife left behind.
To his mistress the gray misty sea to see her face,
to chase the winds to fill the deck hull of deep-sea catch.
I shout a reminder to tie down the hatch be watching
at unset have supper on the table button ye weather coat do be careful.
never have I said to cheerful for the day is long and the worry strong.
The skies swell with darken clouds the winds whip past and chills my thoughts.
He leaves me behind as he heads for the sea as his father before him.
She holds him tight within her embrace her face he seeks the sea his mistress the one that
holds half his heart.
Her wild call a clear call he cannot deny for she calls the running tide is up.
Hoist the sails and listen to the sea-gulls cry from within the darken sky.
He must go down to the sea where he answers the call of a fisherman.
Copyright © Peggy Bertrand | Year Posted 2007
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