A Fishing Story
Weathered spars stretched
silently in a ghastly death
amid the sandy shore
snuggled up within the drift of
long, long years ago.
We came upon the peaceful scene
passing quietly along the beach, trodding
Cape Spear’s rocky path.
Grandfather fished these waters
his lobster boat, proud and filled with traps
wooden outline keen and true
slicing through white-capped crests,
herring net patched and ready.
This boat is an historic memory upon the land
within a rising mound of sand.
© 1986 Richard L. Provencher
All Rights Reserved
first published May 1987
Ireadwrite
Halifax, Nova Scotia
Comments
Nathan Bednarek | August 1, 2009 - 19:39
Beautiful and the last two lines are absolute perfection ;-)
Well done, as always ;-D
Nathan.
Richard L. Prov... | August 2, 2009 - 02:33
Your kind comments are always welcome, Nathan. My wife, Esther, used to live near Port Elgin, New Brunswick, on the Northumberland Strait. As we walked on the beach, her dad's leftover-boat still lay on the sand, mostly covered. He had been a lobster fisherman-farmer many years before, and I had to write about his boat. Ah, the joy of writing. Also, many of my poems are in journals no longer in print and it is so nice to preserve them on this site so others may hopefully enjoy reading them, as you do. Thank you, again. Richard LP