The Fisherman

When i was just a young boy,my sister i did go see, She had married a fisherman,they lived of the sea. Every morning at four A.M ,he would be up and out the door, Heading for that fishing shack, just along the shore. Making sure there was enough gas, to get him there and back, Checking to see if the oars were on board, life jackets were in the sack. He asked if i would like to go,to see how fishermen pulled thier nets, I said sure count me in,will i need some mits? A rain coat in case it rains,a long pair of rubber boots, He said ok your ready,once we are out there it will be a hoot. We started out from the wharf ,the sea it was calm, He said its going to be a good day,we may even catch some clams. Just out side the harbor,the sea got a little rough, He seen the worry in my eyes, said awwwww your tough. If you feel the need ,to lean over the side, Dont be ashamed, its happen to me when i was just a boy. When we got to the point ,where land we could no longer see, We found the markers for his nets ,It was the only thing red in the deep blue sea. We began to pull the nets over the side, taking fish off as they come, Baiting the hooks as they went back in so there will be more fish on the next run. Then all of sudden the wind came up,the waves got even bigger, My stomach was starting to turn,and i was feeling sicker. So in haste , he turned the small boat around and headed for land, I was never so happy, when my feet hit the sand. I said sorry but fishing isent the life for me, But thank you so much for letting me see. So a fishermans life isent for everyone ,thats true, Of i go to try something new.