Old Men Walking To The Sea

OLD MEN WALKING TO THE SEA OLD MEN WALKING TO THE SEA GOING DOWN HILL THREE BY THREE FOAMING MIST AND DISTANT THUNDER OCEANS DEEP AND FILLED WITH WONDER PASSING GATE AND ANCIENT TREE HEAR THE MORNING SEA BIRD SCREE LIVING LIFE BY SEASON'S CLOCK WALKING TO THE WOODEN DOCK FOGGY IS THE GRAYISH SKY LOOKING CHILLY TO THE EYE CLOSER NOW WE’LL SOON BE GONE FISHING WELL BEFORE THE DAWN DEW SITS ON THE MORNING FLOWER WAITING FOR THE SUNSHINE HOUR MUDDY IS THE WALKING PATH STILL WET FROM THE STORMY WRATH BUNDLED NETS IN OPEN BOAT KNITTED HAT AND SEAMAN'S COAT FRIGID AIR AND SALTY TASTE ICY FEEL UPON THE FACE SMELL THE BRINE AND SALTY AIR SEE THE MAIN MAST CANVAS FLARE POINT THE VESSEL TO THE WIND MAKE THE MIGHTY SEA YOUR FRIEND SUN IS RISING IN THE EAST FOGGY MORNING MIST RELEASED CAST THE NET AND SET IT RIGHT CIRCLE LEFT TO MAKE IT TIGHT SAYING NOW THE FISHER’S PRAYER THAT THE MORNING CATCH IS FAIR THAT THE ENDLESS, LIVING SEA PROVIDE THE GIFT OF LIFE TO THEE PULLING NOW AND FEEL THE PAIN OF THE BONE AND MUSCLE STRAIN HEAR THE FISHER'S GOD DECREE YOU TAKE THE BOUNTY FROM THE SEA AND NOW THE DAY WAS FAIRLY WON AND NOW THE STORIES CAN BE SPUN WHEN OLD MEN TALK AS OLD MEN DO ABOUT THE TIMES THAT THEY ONCE KNEW SITTING IN THE VILLAGE PUB SMOKY ROOM AND STEAMING GRUB RUDDY FACE AND TOOTHLESS GRIN GRAYISH STUBBLE ON THE CHIN TALES ARE TOLD AND SOME ARE TRUE LAUGHTER FROM THE FISHER’S CREW OLD MEN LIVING BY THE SEA THEIR LIFE A LIVING SYMPHONY