Cleaning bait out of rental boats,
Cleaning fish from plastic totes,
Checking in rod, reels & line,
Pumping gas on the floating dock,
Never at that young age watching the clock…
Anchorage Marina, still sort of there,
Always in my mind will it be, most fair,
My first gainful employment, short of writing,
Only summertime work, NOT in the winters cold most biting…
Got to work then by boat,
Could of ridden my bike,
Could have walked, almost could have swam,
I wasn’t then a small tyke,
I loved that job better than school,
Never had a love for any kind of exam…
© ed ~ 4/21/10
Ron
Around that same ripe ole age, in summer as well, I 'plugged' and sold Watermelons from
Pier Six of Baltimore's harbor, from my Grand-Pa Captain Isaiah Madkins' 'Bug-Eye' Ketch,
"The Ella Covington" ...
"Ah, Yes - Those Were The Days!" TomKat.
It sounds like a wonderful first job! I love fishing, I don't go as much now as I used too, but I enjoy it!
Blessings+
~Linda
Georg
Be always safe,
Karen
Regis
Sandie Angel :o)