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Harvest of the Sea

 

 

Little did we know back then

When we were in our prime

Our way of life was changing

Through the ravages of time

 

The rolling seas our work place

Where we hunted night and day

To catch the ocean’s harvest

On the seas so cold and grey

 

Standing on the heaving deck

Lashed by wind and rain

Hauling nets and gutting fish

These memories fill my brain

 

 Those long dark days of winter

I think back, and now recall

The strain and sheer exhaustion

Was it really worth it all?

 

But as I stop and reminisce

Through memories from afar

It’s the way that it was meant to be

And made us what we are

 

A race of men, a breed apart

Who sailed the oceans deep

Fighting always against the odds

It’s bounteous harvest for to reap

 

With knarled hands and fingers

Deep furrows on our brow

The sea did not give up it’s riches

As easily as some think now

 

So what is this great attraction

Of fishermen and the mighty sea

A battle which goes on forever

And will never set us free

 

Respect for each other is one answer

Skill, and knowledge do not come free

This must be learned the hard way

To gather the harvest of the sea.

 

Jim Campbell