Out Here
out here on the bumping ocean
cutting bait trying not to swallow
two quick tokes and pass it back
lines to set and dog to follow
mouth so dry and don't dare hack
world seems up and down forever
anchor holding tied to buoy
Finders beeping skipper's leaping
grabbing line and quick to set
I've snapped the end onto the main line
Now I'm pulling in the rest
No time to watch him fighting fury
Decks to clear to pass his test
He's the captain judge and jury
Not a word has passed his lips
I take the wheel and keep us headed
into ever rising waves
Later we'll retrieve the anchor
and tie the buoy in proper place
But for now we sip in rancor
The shark we caught was not a tuna
Out here the beer has better taste
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2005
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