The sea & I know each other well,

On a day of fog I should the sea tell,

This day I should on land hunt for a shell,

In the distance I hear the fog horn,

From the deck of my boat I answer with a bell…

Most boats do stay tied up and safe,

But my boat and I act as if a waif,

Lost & orphaned by the rest,

Plowing through sea’s that do crest…

To the fishing grounds we run with all due speed,

To hell with the fog, I know I will succeed,

I will be there first, when the fog does lift,

So the others may of me be a bit miffed,

The nets are out, my boat & I adrift…

© ed ~ 10/16/06