Lobster Fishing

Lobster Fishing It was still dark when I arrived at five o’clock I commenced the day by going to the wrong dock I was a little concerned that I may be late When I arrived they were still loading bait. The boat started up with a thunderous sound You must stay the channel so you don’t run a ground Next you head into the safety of the bay Everyone’s quiet with not much to say. As we turn the corner the sun divides the sky and sea A blend of orange, purple and blue explode in front of me The sea starts to pick up and the boat gets tossed A peace grows within all else is lost… You pull the traps up in what’s called a set You winch them on board to see what you get My job was to restock the bait It seemed kind of an ironic fate. It was pretty hard work yet so much fun Me, the boat, the sky and the sun We had a pretty good catch and turned to go back The auto pilot planned our course of attack On the way in you wash down the boat It cleaned up quite well with water and soap. As I view around me as it was time to go The sea put on its own picture show. When we returned to the river the tide had come in All of the lobsters had been placed into bins The boat was too tall to fit under the bridge Like smooth sailing and then hitting a ridge. We had to unload the boat so the catch wouldn’t be lost Our pride and a little work was all that it cost When we had finished it was time to rest Having comfort in knowing we did our best. We cleaned up and had dinner to end the day This is my lobster tale of today Everyone found humor in what I had to say Then we said goodbye and went on our way. When I got home I fell fast asleep I dreamed of a bottom far too deep It was a long day and I needed to rest The lobster became someone else’s dinner guest.