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Pick-A-Title, Vol 38 - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh 08/25/2023
On the Crest of a Wave
We live sailing
for making a living,
fisherrmen we are,
leaving our lives in the hands
of Mrs. Luck.
We cross the oceans
all over the world for fishing,
surviving for another bet
in a harsh life.
Our boats are often
on the crest of the waves.
A dream for a surfer,
a nightmare for the fishermen.
Big challenge for sailors
and big enjoyment
with a board on the beach.
We all feel together,
while loneliness
runs through our mind.
We are sailing back home
after months away,
feeling happy, but alone.
Surrounded by a cold, deep ocean,
we just celebrate our return,
the days out and a good catch.
We can' t wait to hug
our people waiting for us.
Our loved ones,
that live with the fear and the doubt
in their bones about seeing us again.
We have to be strong instead,
for us and for them,
showing them the happyness
we don't have, being as far
as frightened
on the crest of a wave.
We sail back home,
we are nearly there,
we are happy that this time,
we didn't cross big storms.
We are having a big dinner,
some drinking, and lot of talking.
The dawn light give us a push up,
the seagulls welcome us
with their squawking flying around.
We can see the harbour,
we make a toast to celebrate
that we reached our land,
after being for months
fishing on the crest of a wave
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