February bites ungloved hands
open sores bleed
'til the wounds freeze
no protection from twenty degrees
in wind blown salt air
ages human flesh quickly
wool caps don't stop
ice on nostrils, eyebrows and lips
the Chesapeake knows no remorse
ashen sky angry, spitting sleet
but these waters
are the lifeline of my family
fourth generation waterman I am
oyster,crabs and rockfish I catch
sports fishermen play here
in the warm months
those with a hobby of luxuries
from September late 'til March late
fishin for a livin is man's work
restrictions, limits, make the chase
from early day, 'til late
rough waters don't abate
a northeast gale
sure don't make a man's day
any easier
when on the bay we must play
Coast Guard, Natural Resources folks
patrol, watch us like hawks
better not get caught illegal
fines and boat confiscated
couldn't provide for my family
without my workin tools
industry, homeowners, farmers
ruined the bay quality
nature fights back
a fisherman's stock don't replenish itself
when the waters poisoned
bushel of oysters or crabs
requires lots of time these days
hard work,high operating expenses
it's in my blood
or I'd quit today
just don't like it any other way
even with little pay
I love this place
this bay, these Chesapeake waters
and salt air
What a wonderful and scary feeling poem, relying on the fish masses for your living survival, and it's generational!
"SALT AIR" is described with such longing and lasting imageries!
Fine inspiration is only miles away...
WRITE ON!
Warmest of Blessings of Love and Light, Warrior Purple Lady SHEExooo
P.S. I hope you always dress overly - warm!
I think with any place we choose to love there will be some negatives. I'm always amazed when people have this type of passion for where they live. There's also a cozy/inviting feel to a way of life steeped with family history. Nicely done!
Sheila
Wonderful Deep Write Jon
Peace, Love & Poetry
Vickie
Edwin
peace and love, Carole~
never roughed it the way you write about it. I come from a family of watermen, but my Dad gave it up and became a merchant (waterfront store where I was born). Thanks for this, my friend. -gene.
This has all the great hallmarks of authenticity, the truth of it shines in every image, detail and line, totally convincing in atmosphere and emotion...and richly said. Bravo!
John
Ron
Love Tinka
Regis
Love,
Christine
A powerful ode to those who work the sea - excellent!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
You've made me envy of the fishermen's lifestyle on the Chesapeake!!! Very convincing write!!!
Sandie Angel :o)
i can feel the cold sting of the air you tell of a fisherman's woes
But mostly, you made me homesick. i was born and raised near the Chesapeake Bay. Right at the top in good ol' Maryland.
Mary